I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I ran around in various places. From where the two of you went, we just talked. Little by little, follow the footsteps of the past.

I went there in the middle of the day. That's when I graduated from elementary school. That shop was always just being looked at by the two of us. I remember that the two children couldn't let me in and that I was doing well. She stole her parents' eyes and carried them to the library and the botanical garden. Repeat for a short time and scatter a lot of memories.

From the back entrance of Verhan's mansion, further behind the woods, past the narrow back street.

Only rotten hives and trees that bend in strange directions can open up the space twice to the right, once to the left, and then again to the right. Green faces like flowers and weeds appear as if they were laid on a round picnic sheet.

In the middle of a grass carpet that is more beautiful than a plump moss or a trunk devoured by insects, but sufficiently dirty with soil and fallen leaves. There was a small, unreliable shadow, like a doll who had finished his role, burying his face in a standing knee.

I miss this place.

Slowly approaching or speaking, there is no response. It doesn't look surprising, but I don't suppose you were expecting Yuran. Yuran didn't expect to come to this place in this way. At that time, the trees that felt big and the spaces that seemed to be wide became considerably smaller. Even if Yuran only looks that way because he's grown up, he's narrow and close to the grown ones.

Back then, when men and women held hands, they never got angry. This place was a 'house' for both of us.

It's just a flower field, and depending on the time, it's just soil and weed. There is no maintenance, and it has never been comfortably prepared. It seems like we can only come together and draw a picture on the ground with a branch.

─ ─ It's a place where there are people in the house who are fun, secure, and important. Then our house is here.

It's not like a secret base or a playground. This is not the place to come. It's not a house that's painful and painful and wants to escape. This is where I want to go, even if I live there. So let's make this a home, a place to come back.

Now I think that was the best escape for her. It's not a house, it's a real house. My place is deep in the woods, and the real home is not Verhan's mansion. He stood desperately telling me that there were other "houses" from which to escape. A technique that a young girl wore when she died and became insane, not dying.

"When was the last time I came? It gets dark early here, so I don't have much chance of coming back when school starts."

Kneeling next to Violet conveyed a cold, wet feeling over the cloth. It slowly erodes from the part that sinks into the soil containing water. Thankfully, there are few stones, but the soft ground will change with mud and moisture inside. I felt like my body temperature was being sucked from the ground surface.

"Vio, aren't you cold? I came because it was thin, so it doesn't make much sense."

…………

Hang the cardigan on Violet's shoulder. I wasn't very cold resistant when I was wearing it, but it would be a little better than nothing. The hair touching my fingertips is cold and it hurts just to imagine how long I've been here.

For the first time, Violet raised her face. My forehair is hanging on my face, and my unfocused eyes are shaking loosely. There's no light in the rough eyes, just the glass.

Above all, I noticed bright red cheeks. From the cheekbone to around the chin, the white cheeks are painfully stained. It doesn't seem to be so swollen yet, but the pain and swelling will increase over time. Blood solidifies in the corner of the mouth and the lips look worse than the cheeks at first glance. The bleeding seems to have stopped somehow, but in this state, there is a wound in the mouth.

Whoever saw it was obvious that he had been beaten with strong force.

Vio, cha...

"Yuran"

My trembling mouth didn't spin the words well. When Violet called out her name, she realized her heartbeat sounded deep inside her ears. Even though I know it hurts when I touch it, I may have reached out because I literally wanted to take care of it. I want to touch it and work hard. That's the only feeling I can get rid of the pain.

"Eh...."

Violet's hands overlapped on Yuran's hand, which was lost just before he touched it, and he pressed it against his wound. The arm that tried to pull reflexively was retained with much stronger force than expected. Touched cheeks pulsate at temperatures in the back of the belly, as imagined from the color.

"Yuran"

There is no sharpness, no dominance, no flat and powerless voice calling out his name. That's all it hurts like slipping a blade in my heart.

Shizukuzuku, who fell out of his dark glass eyes, passed from the back of his hand, one, two, three ─ ─ tears of tears flowing. Without even leaking the swallow, it just keeps overflowing with tears. Like a broken doll, call out Yuran's name over and over again and cry.

A cloudy sound reaches your ears as your voice withers from unnatural breathing.

The smallest, the most depressed, but the clearest.

"─ ─ I don't want to live"