It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

I was standing in the dark.

I was just there, surrounded by darkness like I couldn't even see my feet.

The darkness that lasts forever is not terrifying, but rather calm as a temper that even feels secure, so.

"... I don't know what?

I can't remember exactly what I was doing.

How the hell am I supposed to be here?

Where are we and what were we doing?

Urrrrrrrrr............ ma

I even think of it as a hundred million bucks to think in the thoughts wrapped up in it.

It even makes me wonder and feel good about it.

One more thing. You should do that, even.

Shouldn't I be here like this?

"Well, okay..."

I don't want to think about it anymore. Nothing.

... What were you thinking so much?

I feel like I've been thinking about something, thinking about it, thinking about it for a long time.

I feel like I've been doing that all along.

I can't even remember that anymore.

In a nothingness everlasting darkness that has only its own existence, there is nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to think about.

So I tried to close my eyes.

Uh-uh... sama.

...... I don't know why, I don't think I should close my eyes.

Something about me is desperately trying to stop it.

But I don't know why.

The ability to think is almost equal.

I want to stay asleep.

Er, Errain.

From the darkness, I thought I heard a child slightly.

A fragrant, truly childish, adorable voice.

I miss it terribly.

- Eh, Elle.

My voice gets a little louder.

Elle, Ellein, and his voice echo with hesitation.

What the hell was Ellein?

Very familiar, sounds nostalgic, but what the hell was that?

- Ellein.

... Yes, Ellein is me.

I'm Ellein, and this voice...

"... Stella"

The moment I called my name, the silver-haired girl fluttered.

Large, empty eyes.

White skin on a lemon yellow dress.

The girl was a curtesy, smiling terribly childish and innocent.

It's hard to say what a fine lady does, but it's so adorable, and yes, I did, and I accidentally laughed.

I'm not old enough to call myself a woman... but I'm rude enough to laugh at someone's greeting.

But I laughed.

Noticed me like that. She just still smiled innocently and gave it back.

"Ellein, nice to meet you, my name is Altostella Lindsey Rufus.

Please, with Stella. "

I grinned like I pasted it into her like that to delude her as she hung on.

"... Stella"

"Yes, Ellein."

That day, I did call her Stella only once at some point.

She looked back as she waved a dazzling smile.

It shouldn't have made any sense in particular to have called.

She just sort of solitary like rolling that name in her mouth, but it got stuck in her ear.

Did you return "nothing" without hesitation to unspeakably itchy emotions and haste?

And she was thrust down a staircase in the castle courtyard that day.

She was fortunate enough to just rub her knees and elbows off. The maid said she bumped into him.

But I was watching.

That one was thrust.

She didn't say anything. I didn't cry, I didn't say anything, I was just smiling.

In the distance, Master Filmeria is distorting his mouth and I understand.

Oh, I thought this was my fault.

Emotionally, it just happened.

The maid eventually disappeared.

And to her...... she's not the only one, to anyone.

I stopped approaching myself, getting close, having special feelings.

Also calling her Stella. Never again.

She won't call me by my name much either.

Then I quit laughing innocently and being childish.

I don't talk to you casually like this.

"Ellein?

"Hey, Ellein."

So this Miss Altostella is an illusion.

Whether she's the one that looked that day, she doesn't call me by my name anymore.

I don't laugh like this.

This is a dream, and this kid is just a fantasy I created.

"What,... Stella"

Would that be a good idea?

I don't care if I call her by her name anymore.

If it's a fantasy, this girlfriend won't be threatened with her life by anyone.

I can't help but laugh at the fact that I created my own fantasy.

After all, he wasn't able to contain his emotions.

One day Florence Maitrobe said that the woman's inquiry was sharp, but was it slippage to Master Filmelia?

She lowered her brow and tilted her neck as she stared back at the empty color as she looked up with a bitter smile.

"Hey, Ellein?

"Why, are you crying?

"... are you crying?

"Yeah, I'm crying. You haven't noticed?

You're gonna fall, aren't you?

Wipe your eyes in a hurry.

Sure, it was wet there and I rubbed my eyes in the mess.

"Does it hurt anywhere?

"No, it doesn't hurt anywhere."

"So something sad happened?

…………

The peeping eyes are moisturizing for some reason, and it's her eyes that are going to get zero.

"You know, I'm fine."

Ellein, you're gonna be okay.

"I already know!

My little hands gently touched my cheeks.

The soft temperature slowly creeps from cheek to right hand without the sensation of the hand.

The darkness got a little warmer when I was caught up in something warm and all I did was do my heart.

"... Stella?

"So you have to wake up now."

"... Wake up?

"Yeah, wake up, Ellein."

The fantasy created by my dreams lights up slowly with a dazzling smile.

Proportionally, the area softly regained light.

"Ellein, you're going to be fine. Because you..."

"Stella?... Stella."

She gets drunk by the light.

No, don't, don't, don't take her!

I'll do anything, I'll do anything, so, please, don't take her...

I was screaming and calling my dreamers like no other.

No, is it because it's a dream?

It reminded me of a chest pain that seemed to rip me apart.

A strange obsession with her.

Forever, the pain I was about to leave.

Well, will I ever see her again?

Have you made up your own mind?

"... right..."

So do you dream like this?