I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

How good would it be if you could feel the danger of someone you care about from afar? How reassuring would you be if you could feel anything about her, such as worm news, unpleasant feelings, or uncertainty. If the feelings were shared at all, how much?

Happiness is doubled for both of us, and suffering is halved, but it cannot be adapted without being beside us. No matter how far away, I wish there was something to connect you to.

─ ─ It wasn't because Yulan was able to react to her crisis that she wanted to go to Violet today.

Go home, get dressed, think. Routine as usual.

I looked back on the many words I threw at Mary Jun, but there was nothing to be exaggerated about. I can't deny the feeling of being swallowed by emotions, but it's still not enough at all. It would have been easier if you had distanced yourself from the other side at the time you heard the rumors, but it was a reality that I was willing to poke at someday.

How did Mary Jun feel and accept Yuran's words? That was all I was worried about, but in that face when I left, it was the weir pile that cried and squatted. I've planted mistrust so much that I can't ask for help, and I don't think I have the strength to remember my anger. And the most troubling thing is that I'm not in that house right now. Perhaps Yuran's mouth was too weak to brake because he knew his father was absent.

─ ─ I didn't think of anything. I didn't feel it. Nothing until I hear from the maid who visited the room.

"The other day, someone named Marine-sama called."

I knew at once who it was. It's not that unusual, so perhaps some of the acquaintances in the school have the same name. Even so, there was only one person in Yuran's brain. I've barely talked about it, but it's a light blue hair that I remember very well. Bright red eyes. The woman who was watching and alerting us, standing behind Violet diagonally. With that attitude alone, I trusted someone. Until the day we lost and saw hell together, she never relied on Yuran.

That's all, all sorts of imaginations ran around. That's the least possible, no more than a few, no more.

Since when? Today? Yesterday? Is there anything to do with the discomfort I remember today?

When things came to mind, I retreated and came to mind again. I was in a hurry and confused. Why didn't you tell Mary Jun sooner? If you knew, you would have reneged on your unilateral promise to Mary Jun. Such anger was thrown away sooner than it appeared on the front page. At least not now.

"Get out of the car. I'm going to Verhan's house now."

I grabbed the jacket that was close to me and left the house with just one word of order, without asking any questions or asking.

× × × ×

In the silent car, she closed her eyes as she shaken herself with a slight vibration and tried to calm down in a hurry. The field of view is narrowed by bad imagination, and the preconceived view clouds the eyes. Even if the bear I saw in the fog was actually human, it would not be recoverable after shaking the axe. Under the premise that there is something, awareness goes crazy.

Yuran is just on his way to confirm. That's all right, if you're not good enough to poke a hive, you should wait till tomorrow. You can take it all away. I wish you could end your worries.

If Violet was going to get hurt, all of it would have been fine with imprisonment.

"Nh, stop!"

I saw it, outside the window. A street lamp illuminates a brick sidewalk. I could see the sparkling gray color fading away. For a moment, the shadow did fall into Yuran's sight.

I stopped the car immediately and went out. Just weaving a thin cardigan on top of your shirt won't prevent cold air from sticking out your skin. From your ears and fingertips, your body temperature is stealing away from your end. Still, I would never miss her.

"Vio-chan....!

Calling the name of a person who has already lost his shadow or form cannot reach him. How could I not even understand such a thing in my circulating brain? I'm just confused, and I don't know what to do. The head with crazy priorities was looking for the cause of why she was here. If I had been calm, I would have realized there was no alternative to chasing.

"Baby...?

"Nh...!

Looking back to a voice that suddenly sounded on a less popular road. I didn't realize that the name of the boy was about me, but as a result, the opponent was looking straight at Yuran.

Along with the tall Yuran, the height was not so different, but somehow he looked much bigger. Whether you have thick chest plates, thick arms, stretched hands, or any of these, it is associated with masculine strength. Unlike Yuran, who has a weak impression because of his face, he is a strong man. While breathing on her shoulders, she looks like an athlete wiping the sweat off her neck, but wears a pure white cockcoat.

Brown-haired all-back that collapsed slightly. Eyes in emerald. I don't know the name, but I only knew the face.

"Ah, nh... from that house"

"As you think, let's introduce ourselves again. We have no time for each other."

Cissy tries desperately to remember Yuran in the confusion of turning her eyes, cutting off the tone with a faint tone. Instead of staring, it's just a jingling expression that doesn't make you feel moody. Even though I was just watching, I felt like I was under pressure. It certainly has an easy-to-understand appearance, such as a sense of intimidation, but what Yuran feels is not what it looks like. It's as if our impatience and confusion are all visible.

It's like knowing that you're meeting an adult.

"Milord came home earlier than planned."

"Oops."

"That's all you can understand."

Huh, there was a sound of failure to breathe. I felt my back get wet in this cold air. The cold, unpleasant sweat slowly spreads through your back. Rather than bloody, it seemed like the air was pulling out at once. The oxygen that was supposed to have been ingested comes out. Your shallower breathing is slowly squeezing your mind.

Am I wrong again?

─ ─ ─ ─

Bang, bang, bang, bang. A sharp sound similar to a burst sound when the balloon breaks. Everything blows up in an instant, a shock sound.

"Hang in there. It's too early to meditate."

There was a clapping hand in front of her, and she slapped her big hands and made a noise. The hard and thick palms turned bright red.

The thoughts of wandering downhill with instability are forced to stop. I'm sure if I'd gone like this, it would have collapsed somewhere, broken down and fallen apart. No one else had been dragged into the abyss with their own hands.

In that case, it's like rebroadcasting that church. You know she won't be saved if she cries and crouches in front of God.

You've decided that you'll never give up again.

"... I'm sorry, I'm coming."

"Where is it?

"I know some... places where she can go."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'm worried about the other one."

Yuran quickly imagined who it was. I'm sure she saw Violet's pain closer than Yuran, knew it, and desperately tried to shield her. If Violet had jumped out of the Mansion, she wouldn't have gone after her. Even if they scatter it, they will search around until they find it all night long. No matter what happens to your body.

"Please use the car at home. I want Marine to go, too."

After briefly explaining and giving orders to Cissy and the driver, the driver violently shut the door and caused the vehicle to leave when time was wasted. Running in the opposite direction without dropping off the body that was moving away.

I gave a minimal explanation and instructed him to arrange for Marine's safety. All you have to do is find Violet.

There is no guarantee that you will be there, even if you are there. Maybe it's a place you don't know about, maybe it's a place you don't know where you're going. There's nowhere to be confident. I just didn't think I'd find it somehow. Always find it, wherever it is and by whatever means. I didn't know how ugly it was to crawl the earth into mud.

I saw the bottom, the bottom, the hell. The glare of the raised light, the obscenity, why it couldn't be given to her, and the teeth in the boiling hatred. I swear to make you happy. None of it is chipped in my chest.

All, all, I decided that day.

Anger, hatred, happiness. She won't give up on one more thing.