Instant Messiah

- I saw a girl crying, and, oh, I knew right away that this was a dream.

Anyway, it's a dream I've had many times. No, over and over, over and over.

That's so many dreams I've already had that I can't get good at without repeating this much.

It's okay to feel tired of looking at things, but for some reason, I don't even care.

I didn't like this dream while I was there. [M]

It's a twisted feeling while I'm at it, but it seems to be true, so I can't help it.

... Well, the daughter. Even though I have red eyes, if I do, I'll cry all over it, so that's what makes me a bright red bunny.

Don't be ruined, I think, but girls don't stop crying.

If I cry so much, my eyes melt... I don't care what you think, the girl just says it's not what she finds out. Pippy cry.

And for some reason, I was watching it, young me.

This is the old me, and I'm so stupid that I can't even think about who the hell my daughter is.

No, I realize that I'm integrated with him, and then my body moves on its own, so I can't do anything extra.

For some reason, I feel like I'm about to do something irrevocably stupid.

I don't even care about these wolves. I'm trying to get my handkerchief out of my pants in my dreams, and I'm slightly impressed with the gentleman thing.

I can't move perfectly.

I can't do this anymore. No matter how much effort you put into it, you don't have a single fingertip.

... No, I can't even be objective anymore at this stage.

I feel this place indistinguishable from reality, working my thoughts like me, forgetting that it's already a dream.

Why doesn't it move? I'm not supposed to be doing anything crazy. I get anxious.

There's a girl crying in front of me, and it's not worth being a man if I have to wipe one of my tears off.

Being nice to girls is a teaching on my great dad.

But even if you try "hmm" or "ha" or rough your nose, your body still won't move.

No one's holding me back, no one's ordered me to kill you if I move.

Yet, move it, do it. Try to scold my impudent hand, but no response crumbles. I can't do it at all.

No different face. Girls don't even say it's the end of the world. Cry in a truly pitiful voice.

I want to escape the feeling that my chest can be tightened, so I desperately want to comfort her for my sake at the earliest, but I really can't make one move.

... as if it's wrong to be nice to this girl.

From what I can imagine, my dreams always end.

I wake up feeling bad aftertaste with unknown guilt.

And every time, it was up to me not to remember what happened to my dreams.

But thank you. Things are different this time.

The girl glanced at him with her bloody swordswallowing eyes.

"... you, who"

I don't think this is the first time I've been talked to by her.

Anyway, I'm not sure at all because it's in a dream, and it's an experience I can't remember if I don't get into a dream, but it's the first time I remember it anyway.

Anyway, he asked me. I had to answer.

"- That's right."

I opened my mouth without thinking.

What came up all the time was someone's name who was there one day. It's not mine anymore, that.

Is it because I know that this is not the real place to remember emotions in particular? There is no distinction between earliest dreams or reality.

But my sentiments are so cute to her, too, where the wind blows, swells her puffy cheeks, and that's how adorable she is again.

Yes, the girl really looked incredibly neat, and she was so adorable around showing up to her adorable with such an angry face on top of it.

The wings that burst on my bulky back were white, and I can't believe I'm like an angel, so much so that I even imagined that if I were sane and mouthed, I would be bored to death.

... Her appearance was so beautifully completed that I couldn't even realize that humans had no feathers.

... Whatever, for some reason, she's still in an even more obscure mood.

That's how I make up my mind, so I speak. [M]

"Why are you crying?"

Maybe it's just a blur, but maybe the lights were mixed up.

For some reason such naivety was terribly natural to me.

... Unlike me, who lives in reality, now I can do wonders and childish things without having to pretend. I was just a little happy about that.

But the girl seemed increasingly offended.

He shook his head with a pair of ears, and his bright white hair hit my cheek.

It was even silky and tickled, but it also hurt a little bit because of the strength of the momentum.

It's like I want you to stop, keep going. I wonder if it's because she's so cute. Happiness won a little.

The petite lasted a long time, but it also ends.

Breathing with her shoulders, she saw this one with her still swollen eyes and finally opened her mouth.

"Why are you crying...?

"Yeah."

"Don't say it like any other HR! Idiot!"

So, uh, roaring and crying.

I don't know why.

But then again, I'm gonna have to pee in front of you.

It was mundane about what to do, but I was surprisingly good at it.

Maybe I'm the one who made this girl cry.

... the girl who cried from the beginning told me that, so it's not a story that I can't get through.

It may not have been a sudden idea, but for some reason it was the most convincing thing to say.

- Oh, I see.

That's why.

That's why I couldn't wipe this girl's tears.