I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Eh ─ ─

Speaking in the usual tone and temperature, Violet was sure to have a far greater impact than she could have imagined.

Not because the love of Violet, known throughout the school, was cut off without a single hope.The two of us have already come up with an answer to that.Not so long ago, Violet and Claudia were secretly buried.

The problem was not with my emotions.Should I say that I couldn't bear the discord, not the emotions?

Claudia is bound to Mary June.I didn't believe that it would wobble.Rather, it's easier, stronger, and more connected when you're gone.

─ ─ They must have been destined.

They are destiny, they are villains, so they are punished for not being chosen.The witch who tried to enter by breaking into two destiny was burned to death.I didn't doubt that it was the end of that world, [Bad Girl Violet].

"He was originally one of the cadets."There were some of the most powerful rumors, so it wasn't sudden, but... I was wondering if it would be announced soon. "

"Oh, um..."

I felt like I was poked with a needle.Droplets of water leaking from the hole in the needle are falling into the deep, gradually smoothing soil.Every drop, every drop, stains.

When I noticed it, it was so drowsy that it was about to collapse.

Something so depressing that it spreads to your chest.A weight that weighs down your shoulders. It feels uncomfortable to tie it around.It is a little different from nausea.But I can't help spitting something out.There is no sign of exhaustion even as it springs up, and it is about to lose control and get rampant.

I'm not jealous. I know the thirst to get my hands out of my throat, but it's a completely different thing with a similar intensity.I don't want it, but I don't want it.I can't forgive someone for throwing it away.

Neither Rosette, nor Claudia, nor against herself.Irrational frustration that just overflows.

(Well then, what I did... my feelings)

It wasn't fate to show Violet such a beautiful love after she had exonerated herself.

Desiring to be loved, I realized that I would not be loved, and I gave up, gave up, scratched, and gradually gained love.There are things that could not have been obtained if it had not been for this road.There is something I didn't notice.Thinking of it, there might be a point in redoing it.

It was painful, painful, painful, and worn out. The scars that still remain today do not allow such a beautiful thing to happen.

In order not to interfere with the love of destiny, I endured it and gave up.

And yet, what is the end of this?If they can't tie it together.What was my time, my thoughts, my pain?In a world where everything was rolled back, there wasn't even a fate.The wounds you suffered in [that time], will the pain not be a sin for anyone?

─ ─ Because I don't remember.

Vio-sama?

”Ugh... I'm sorry, I'm so surprised”

With the sensation of scraping my teeth and the pain in my chin, I noticed that my expression was tight.I made a smile in a hurry, but I don't know if I got through to Rosette.Since it was more important not to be questioned than to mislead, it was good if there was only the fact that "I made a smile".In fact, Rosette felt a little uneasy and doubtful, but she didn't say anything.

"Ahh... it's time to go back."

"Yes, that's right... that's not the time anymore"

“When I talk to Rosette, the time goes by quickly.”

That's me too.

In the distance, the bell rings.The pre-bell rang, meaning that the rest time would be over in a few minutes.It is located at the edge of the school building, so if you don't go back now, you'll be late for class.

Farewell to Yulan on the stairs, then to Rosette in the hallway, and Ston and his smile disappear from Violet's face when he was alone.

I'm glad the bell rang.If I had stayed like that, I would have let all my muddled feelings go to the two of you without any responsibility.Even though I was so satisfied, everything that came into my sight is now in my eyes, and even the air swaying in my ears is in my ears.The bottom of my stomach is heavy, and it's not disgusting to come up to my throat.

(disgusting)

It would be difficult to swell up and keep accumulating ─ ─ and it would be called [anger].