"I don't like that woman. I rather hate it. I hate it."
Surrounded by multiple girls, he said so to spit it out.
Cold, pointy, disgusted eyes in words that show clear rejection.
Was it the hallucinations that echoed from the back of my chest that made Piscilli sound cracked?
- Right now, I want him, who is just the first person in love, to guess how I feel about being treated like a 'woman like that', because anyone can.
An orphanage run by my father, my old friend, Uncle Alan, who is an adjunct to the Lord. A newly arrived boy was Reis in that yard, located relatively close to our Barrett family.
In his spare time, my father went to teach hands-on lessons to the children of the orphanage, but I, Sulia-Barrett, often accompanied him with a sense of play.
I divide the children I teach by day, so while my father was coaching me, I was out buying the other little ones a playmate. To me, my only son, all my younger children, who miss me as "Sister Surya," were adorable sisters and brothers.
At the time we met, I was eleven. Reis is nine years old.
Two years younger, he was also, at first, one of my younger brothers to take care of. "Hands-on," on top.
When I just came to the orphanage.
Reis had a thin, galloping body, and a spooky look like a ghost living in an ancient castle, unusual in this country, with dark, dark hair and bloody eyes.
If you look closely, I guess the fact that you always have cloudy eyes and don't move one expression made Rais an extra floating presence when you say you have an even, beautiful face. The other children avoided him naturally and did not even lean on him.
"This can't be it!
Having burned so much moderation, I boarded the orphanage alone, even on a day when my father would not go, and encouraged him to eat anyway, force him to read the book, and take him outside to play, which burned his care worthwhile. In an attempt to be depressed and bounced off, he took it down with mysterious guts.
I was impressed when that achievement came out and he first called me "Sue" my nickname and stopped by from over there.
If you reply, wrinkle between your eyebrows. Then loosen your blood-colored cheeks slightly and try to be smiled hard to understand but happy.
I cuddled by accident. I'm not bad. Although it was immediately peeled off.
Since you opened your mind that way, Reyce's growth has been remarkable.
He went on to ask his father for knowledge and asked Uncle Alan, who used to belong to the Knights, for guidance on swordsmanship and physical arts himself.
At last, I also polished my beauty.
When asked why, Reyce appropriately made fun of me saying, "I don't know," but when I asked Uncle Alan, he broke people's good-looking faces and told me sneakingly.
"He wants to be strong enough to protect Sue."
"... Me?
"Oh. I was surprised when they lowered my head to tell me the sword. I have that twisted boy... at some point, Reyce totally loves Sulia."
Uncle Alan laughed lavishly, "Oh, don't tell me I revealed this! Because he stopped me from saying, 'Don't ever tell Sue'!," he added, "but I couldn't afford to joke back to it.
Because my heart pounded, and I was terribly annoyed.
... Soon I began to have a pale crush on Reis, who grew more and more cool and successful.
I loved the moment, if I called my name "Reis," it would put a hint of colour on my faceless face.
I'm sure Reyce just turned her dear love to me, the closest girl, like a sleigh. I can deduce that 'wanting to protect me' was probably a similar emotion to family love.
But still good.
Whatever it is, I'm someone very close to him.
Because it was' special 'to Reis, not least.
Yes... yes.
It's true that around this time, we were good friends. Uncle Alan seems to smile, "Sulia already, you're Reis' daughter-in-law in the future," enough to skip a light mouth. When I heard that, my father said, "No, I won't allow that. I will never forgive you," enough to give it back to you with a straight face.
We spent a lot of time together, and we knew all about their habits and what they didn't like. He shared embarrassing failures, and he, with his small mouth count, was only interested in conversations with me that had no other love.
Even from the side, the different kinds of emotions you point at, me and Reyce should have been at each other as if they cared about each other.
- - That slowly collapses so that the thread can be untied.
Since when did they collapse until they ranted like that?