I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I stroked my hair so that the wind could show it. The faint gray color mimics silver under the sun. The sparkling ring was an angel's, and the figure was beautiful enough to fantasize about the feathers on the back. Originally, it was natural because it retained the beauty that God had created in a bespoke way. I have someone I want to show beautifully. Is that all that changes?

The violet that shined with Marine's hand is as different as ever. There is no change, but I just polished the rocks inside myself correctly. It wasn't cut to the most beautiful shape, but even if you just polished the surface, the person who knew the love becomes beautiful.

(Good smell....)

Violet, who smelled her hair, remembered yesterday's Marine. I was surprised that I had not only a lot of hair oil and skin care but also a lot of bathing agents that I had never seen before. The oil chosen by the two of them is a gorgeous jasmine scent. Although it is not a strong claim, the scent of fresh flowers persists for a long time.

Mary Jun praised me at breakfast, but at the same time my father preached that I didn't know that I had brought perfume into the meal, so I felt gorgeous in the corner, but there was a wave wind. I don't wear perfume in the first place.

(The finger streets are completely different and the dryness on the cheeks feels better.)

The sensation of hair that has changed like a smooth silk thread feels good, and the hand that I touched just now can't stop. I was touched by the fact that I didn't get tangled through my fingers many times. My cheeks also feel moisturized without heart. The face I saw in the morning mirror was not as scarce in blood color as usual, but I felt that the neighborhood and dullness that increased unhealthiness had decreased.

I didn't mean to take my hands off anything special, but does this change when I take care of it? Of course, it is a trivial thing in just one day, and it may be because of my mind. Perhaps that change in feelings is important.

"Vio?

"Eh...."

"Good morning. Unusual, I'm on the first floor of the year."

As soon as I noticed this, Yuran's heart jumped small as he approached him on a runway. It's probably because of the feeling that it's not going to spread to Violet that you're nervous just standing there with Nico and her usual love.

"What happened? I'll go out with someone if I have to."

"Thank you, but it's not like I had anything to do."

To Violet, who shakes his gaze with a slightly bad tooth cut, a less kind assumption unfolds in Yuran's brain. While feeling that hatred builds up just by imagining what happened at home, the eyes that wait for words only show the adorable feeling of worry. Move your fingers calmly and gaze down diagonally from now on. The lowered eyebrow buttocks give the impression of being unreliable on the bloody cheeks more than usual. I can't imagine the usual temperaturelessness of a gentle appearance.

"... I wonder if I can see Yuran. I was just thinking."

…………

Round eyes are further rounded, and the gloss runs the curve of the eye. Violet's worried expression appeared on the golden glass.

It's an emotion that even young people think they want to meet someone they like. The same kind of pure desire that little kids want toys and sweets. But Violet and the others who were just starting to climb the stairs to adulthood said it was a definite desire.

Wishing, expecting, pushing something you can't do on your own. I wonder if something heavy will make it difficult to move. I wonder if they will take away important time and actions. I can't raise my chest just for favor because I can't accept the lust and heartburn of love.

Still, your feet are facing you because you have a weak mind to discipline yourself? Because you're strong enough to ignore everything?

Violet was synonymous with love, both of them wrong. And I am a person who has inherited the qualities to the point where I am tired of them.

I'm scared. I was wondering if you were looking at the line. Aren't you trampling the line of tolerance through the barrier of nuisance? Are the desires and actions I have now not disturbed by anyone? Is it normal and normal?

"─ ─ I'm so happy."

Sweet, fluffy, cotton-like voice. Your chest is getting much brighter and gentler than usual. Light but heavy, sweet and intense, it won't melt even if you touch it or even if it's hot in your hands. This one's going to melt into the melt.

"I'd like to see you, too. Always, always."

Her cheeks became red and she smiled. The contours are tough to associate with the softness of a child.

I've known it since I was a kid, and I grew up with it. Whether you were close to your height and sometime looked down, your voice was blurred higher than yours and changed lower than yours. I should have seen it all.

The honey color can be seen from the gap between the long eyelashes. Sweet, heavy and thick, a drop that melts and falls off much more than cotton paste.

"But it's time to go back. I wish I had come sooner."

"Well... we have to get back before the bell rings."

"Vio, how's lunch today? You made a promise to somebody?

"Yeah, with my friends... after school, as usual."

Well, I'll pick you up after school.

He waved in the hallway where the number of people began to decline, and turned his back to Yuran, who said he would see him off. At a corner, Yuran stopped at a blind spot where he could not follow his gaze, and he approached the edge until his shoulders stuck to the wall. A simple, one-person world where you can feel easily cut off from the outside world by leaning over the ends, corners, and sides.

When I put my hand on my cheeks, the moisturizing and sucking skin feels the best thanks to Marine. Until now, I was happy and touched, but now I'm just confused by a fever I've never experienced before. Even though I don't want to cry, I feel my body temperature rises even though the back of my eyes is hot and I don't sweat. I'm sure I'm wearing a bright red apple cheek now.

─ ─ Violet thought her essence was male.

Rather than judging their appearance, behavior, and personality, they only derive it from the environment in which they grew up. Regardless of the fact, it is true that her mother recognized Violet as a 'man'. Regardless of gender or self-perception, the fact that Violet was a "boy" when Bellows was alive, and the fact that he was raised as a "boy" at the most important time to recognize his existence, will not overshadow it now.

Thanks to Marine, I understood the mechanism of my body as a woman, and I was able to realize that I was a "woman" thanks to my growing body, but I cannot deny the lack of knowledge and lack of recognition due to the environment.

The perception of being a printed man. The gender twisted by denial and coercion remains somehow distorted.

I wonder why I am a woman and why I can't be a man. I wondered what was so different between my original self and my mother's wish for Violet.

For a long time, it continued to exist without breaking, but there was a dull cracking sound.

It was small and soft, and the skeleton, muscles, and vocal cords were supposed to be similar. I should have thought I had to protect a boy with weak limbs who looked down. These arms were enough to stroke your head and hug you.

Bony hands, thicker joints a turn than yours, low voices and strong forces. I couldn't reach my head to stroke it, I didn't have enough height or arms to hug it, and Violet was the only one who could fit in anymore.

Yuran's gender is male. Beyond the boy, he becomes male. I should have known that already.

(... no)

What I didn't understand was that I was a woman. As a woman, she likes Yuran.

"Ugh, uh-uh."

Cover your face with both hands, killing voiceless screams in the back of your throat. If you scream in such a place, you will definitely be suspected of madness. I can see you're worried about Yuran a lot.

However, I still wanted to bury my uncontrollable shame and reason somewhere right now.

I realized that I was in love and I knew my desire. I wanted a monopoly, I wanted to be by my side, I wanted to see you. I wanted to get closer and closer.

(What did I do...? Hmm, nnh, like a pervert...!

I want to be next to you, close to you, touch you ─ ─ I can't believe you want me to touch you.