I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

The moment I opened the door, the beautiful light blue in my vision ran wild, slightly low, but it was certainly wrapped in temperatures that I knew it was people's. Her arms were spinning like a head hug, and her heart was pounding right next to her ears. After running, I'll tell you how worried my heartbeat got.

"Good, really....! I see...."

The moisture is increasing as you squeeze in your tears. Her fingers tangled with her hair and her palms traced Violet's contours. It's like making sure you're here. Over and over again, even if the voice loses the shape of the word. With your hands, your arms must never let go. But this breathlessness is not about stopping the roots of your breath.

It was just a hug that was as gentle, as strong and painful as it could possibly be, and wanted to miss Violet.

"I'm sorry, nah, nah... nah, nah, nah...!

"It's okay, it's okay. It's okay now."

"I'm sorry, please..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Your body temperature reminds you of the pain. My cheeks, lips, feet and hands hurt everywhere, but it was more painful to worry about than any wound. With Marine's spinning arm, I could only apologize with my hands and weeping. Her face is swollen, solidified blood, and tears are all messy.

There were so many things I wanted to say. Why is Marine here, is the house okay, or is it possible that she was kicked out because of herself? It feels like you've been grasped at the root of your heart. Just imagining it would fill my stomach with something dark, dark and heavy. I wanted to talk, but the words didn't come out well. I can't think.

I'm sorry, I can only repeat myself, but I can't stop crying. Every time, I'm glad your hands will forgive you for being okay.

They were crying like children until their strength and moisture were at their limit.

× × × ×

There was so much I wanted to talk about. Still, first you eat, bathe, and take care of yourself. While doing so, Violet paddled the boat and fell asleep in no time. Of course I was tired, but this isn't my home. Recently, he seems to have had a poor day of sleep, so he may have been unconscious that his enemies are not under the same roof. No matter how expensive and cozy an inn is, it should be more comfortable to stay at home than it is to stay for the first time.

Sleeping like you fell down on your back without reaching the pillow looks reassuring against the breathless sleeper. And it came to pass, as he laid asleep on the bed spreads, that he put forth a spare futon for the LORD, and covered his shoulders thoroughly, and became round under his feathers.

On his cheeks, he turned around and put a big bandage on them. Both loosely gripped fingertips and now invisible feet are dyed in artificial white with gauze and bandages.

(... I knew you should have hit me)

I was only thinking about chasing Violet, but I should have left after I had a few fists anyway. At that time, I couldn't help but imagine that Yuran was there, but now there are many regrets that will not be regretted if I think back. None of them can be digested, and only hatred for the culprit is recruited.

─ ─ It was the driver of Yuran's house who left the Mansion and waited for Marine to get in the car, as Cissus told her.

The driver who brought Marine to this hotel, who was turning his eyes in doubt and confusion, went back to the car immediately afterwards, so I still don't know the details. However, Marine had no hope other than Yuran's message at that time.

I want you to wait for Violet here ─ ─ and then just rely on the message and move around the room to make it easier for Violet to spend time when she returns. If I hadn't distracted you, I would have gone mad. I was anxiously crushed and could have let go of my hopes.

A minute and a second were like eternity. Pray to God who is worthless in the hope that she will come back.

Please, please, I begged Violet not to be dead.

As a result, Yuran brought Violet back. Thanks to this, I was able to touch Violet's warmth again.

"Welcome back, Violet..."

Sit on a spacious bed and finger through shining hair in a light. Soft hair that represents Violet's soft heart. The texture of stroking silk is not always beautiful. There were days when I was about to lose moisture and die. Sometimes it was painful and cut a thousand times and became shorter. He was more beautiful than anyone else, but there were fewer days when the beauty could not be shaded.

"It's okay now..."

I'm sure it's okay now. What, what, how. I don't know anything, but I don't have any guarantee, but I thought it was okay. When Violet returns, Marine has nothing to fear. I don't know how Yuran intends to do this, but it is clear that this is the way to save Violet. Then you just have to obey. Marine wants a way to protect Violet. Whether it's a Yuran token with the power to defend it or not, I was prepared to be happy for it a long time ago.

(Is Cissui-san... okay?)

The only concern is that he left us to wipe our asses. I don't think I have to worry about being older and more experienced than myself. The house that Violet disappeared will certainly be in great disturbance in the opposite sense of worrying. There are overwhelmingly few people in that house who can suppress it properly. Perhaps there is only Shisui who can face the Lord in peace.

Except for the position, although Shisui is overwhelmingly superior both mentally and physically, it is in the form of employment that wins or loses from the standpoint. Above all, he is a man of his word.

I hope you didn't hit him.

To be honest, I'm sure you'll hit me. I wish it wasn't the power of a woman like Marine or Violet, but the deformation of her face with a strong man's fist like Cissy. However, it is not the intention to punish Cissy for doing so.

"Tomorrow...."

Everything is tomorrow. Something will be decided, something will end, something will start. And I hope you understand that all of this will determine Violet's future.

When Violet wakes up, she breathes calmly.

All I can see in those eyes is happiness.