I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Is the end such a quiet thing? I thought it was harder, more painful, more painful and heavy. It can't be a beautiful memory, and I'm sure for the rest of my life, fragments of regret will continue to linger.

At the end of the day, Violet and I both got bloody scratches.

"Sorry for all the inconvenience."

Look straight at this one, when did you think you looked beautiful. When you're walking down the hall, look for Fuji. If you see him, you want to talk to him.

I wasn't always in a hurry. It's not how I felt so attached to it that I couldn't get it out of my head. Instead, it was so much more unforgettable before, that I was always on guard. And yet I find it a lot more troublesome than before.

"You don't have to forgive me for what I did. There's no way I can say it. It's just... I promise I won't bother Claudia anymore."

Word for word, it stains the back of my head. It must be the same thing if you don't want to hear it or if you don't want to miss it. Don't understand, the alarm goes off, but I can't stop looking into her eyes. Soft and gripped so that the back of the heart shrinks. It is eroded by a sweet, bitter sensation.

"I know my words are not trustworthy enough. I don't want you to believe me, I just... I want you to know"

I've said the same thing before. The day we first invited Violet to this place, only the two of us would know, a day to forget. The same way that day, she was in front of herself. Things have changed and I'm supposed to feel Violet a lot closer than I did when I was running away, which is why I feel so clearly at a distance.

I stopped feeling my feelings for myself and I was relieved to gain. Next, I liked Violet as a brilliant talented woman. A smiling face, I found out she was cute.

I don't want to know, but I don't want to think about it, but I get it. There are many triggers scattered along the path that I followed. If I hadn't noticed, it would have been easier. If I'd known earlier, the day wouldn't have come.

But I'm sure if Violet kept Claudia in mind, nothing would have started.

"... Believe"

I wanted a reason. I wanted a immunity note. Nobody blamed me, but I honestly didn't want to admit that my tiny pride, if I insist, was so annoying and even disgusting to someone who was beautiful. For a little more reason, my eyes, my ears, my legs, my rightful name going to Violet.

You mean the stretched position of the spine? When you laugh, you fall back. How to eat a well-prepared meal? Actually, what you're thinking is easy on your face? You think you're giving up a lot of things? You think you can call only one person by name with a reassuring and cut voice?

I got a lot of reasons, but all of them remind me of the worthlessness of my thoughts. It was nothing short of being told and realizing that the horizons and thoughts were narrow.

Should I have pierced it? Would it have changed anything if I had thrown away my grip, my fence, my outer ears, and just moved with my own feelings? That way, at least it wouldn't end without even fulfilling what I'm telling you?

There's no way I can do that. If I did that, it would no longer be Claudia. Because it is the privilege and duty of objects born in this position to hold onto them, to turn their ears to the outside world, and to be able to create fences.

"I believe and I know. I know you're a trustworthy person..."

Yeah, so this must be the right thing to do. Nobody breaks anything, and the curtain closes quietly. It may be untrained by the evil of giving up, wanting to look at it for a little longer from that gap. How could I, how could she, sooner, sooner… Beautiful people remain beautiful everywhere even as the murmurs whisper.

"Ah... thank you, sir"

A smiling face, like a broken one. One more thing, it stacks. No matter how much I build up ahead, this feeling will never be worth it, but I will still take care and mercy on each and every one of them. What a funny, pathetic ending. The end of a man who didn't realize one thing until it was supposed to be in his palm and still slip off. The story will end with the brand of futility.

(─ Still)

It sprouted, but now the flowers that have not withered, the beauty of knowing. None of this seems worthless. Funny or futile, all of them, because I know this is all important stuff. It's hilarious when it's hard and sad and painful but it's all swallowed up and great.

I'm not sorry, thank you, but a little different. For the end of the two of us, the end greeting that only the two of us know, the most deserving.

"... good for you"

─ ─ I'm glad you're the first one to fall in love.