The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Tong, tong, tong.

Drop off your friend and go back to the store.

Crewe recalls earlier as he ascends the stairs leading up to the second floor where the facts are. Crewe spoke to her earlier, anticipating when Iraja was alone.

"Mr. Ilaja"

Yes, Ilaja, looking back, had the usual smile on her face. So - although it was a little, heartbreaking that I might break this smile. But Krew couldn't help but ask.

"... okay"

With a slight hissing voice, ask.

Ilaja then blinked with her big eyes. I don't know what you're talking about, and so on. So,

"Do you mind if I don't give it to you?"

Again, now ask a little louder. Then it seemed that Iraja had finally made the point.

I nodded to Krew's question, and... I laughed, and I said, "That's okay."

"That, I lost it. I'm sorry you made it with me because of this."

"Shh!"

"Wow."

Crewe held her in momentum and stuck his hand in every pocket in the robe. It was one struggle just to find a place for the pockets of clothes I'm usually unfamiliar with, but what I wanted was found right inside my right pocket.

What Krew's hand shook was the ring he'd seen. It's knitted in yarn just like Crewe made, but more polite and very well knitted by Crewe.

When her boss and thinker, Soaran, fell - when Ilaja jumped into the jewelry store screaming "He fell". Crewe was aware that in her hand, that ring was being held.

Ilaja, who said to Klu, who found it out of her pocket, "Did I splurge, embarrass you," had no more shy look than words, and one way or the other had the look of a child whose prank had succeeded. But Krew can't have that face. If I wanted to be her, because I couldn't wait to miss her.

"What do you want?"

I made it because of you.

Ilaja, however, shook her blanket.

"That's okay."

"And not like this, Mr. Soaran, to Mr. Fanshon."

"... that's okay"

The only voice to answer was a little, trembling.

At about the same time, I wonder why, Crewe's world twitches and distorts. That's strange, when I put an empty left hand on my cheek, I sneezed and wet. "Mr. Crewe is sweet," he said somewhere else HR in a calm tone, anger and sadness gushing all at once, making me confused.

If it's not such a good idea, I want to yell at you for being wrong, but I know it's not the same thing I do, and I just rub my stupid eyes so hard.

Ilaja's hand touched Krew's hand like that. A little longer than Krew's, a white finger, makes it softly tangled and retrieves the gift he gripped.

"It's okay."

When it comes to being a third party, Crewe can't help but have a chest ache and manage to enjoy a whimper leaking out of his throat - but on the other hand, Ilaja, who is supposed to be the one, was calm.

Definitely better than Krew, against Crying Krew, whose friends are supposed to be hurt.

Just one word and tell Crewe.

"Thank you"

In a distorted world, she seems to have laughed.

- How can you look like that?

Returning to his room, he climbs onto the bed in his bedroom, and Crewe gives his thoughts to a friend who has returned to a distant city.

I had too much chest pain then, I couldn't stop crying, it was painful, and I said "idiot". Let's write an apology letter later. Will she forgive me?

I felt the stuffed animal laugh happily as I stroked her head of a stuffed animal sitting properly in her usual position on the bed. But Crewe's face in the mirror isn't as clear as a stuffed animal. Red earrings shine with your left ear, as usual, but that doesn't match Crewe's expression either.

Remove one book at a time from the bookshelf under the pillow and line it up. He said he lived happily ever after. Congratulations. All of Crewe's stories, none of this, all come to an end like that. A lot of stories about working hard to grasp happiness and being happy as a result.

But, I don't know what people's minds are, but they don't always work that well.

"... Ilaja is amazing"

Ilaja is amazing. You can work hard for whoever you want, even if you don't like who you are.... even though heartbreak is very, very hard.

A man named Soaran who stands forward with a glimmer of hope for his fiancée.

On the other hand, a person named Ilaja who vows to support the thinker, while the thinker's gaze turns to another person, even if he does not receive his own thoughts, but nevertheless is fine.

I miss you so much for breaking up without getting my thoughts. So with those who pursue and those who still push and kill their own minds to be good for the thinker.

Well, on the other hand.

Crewe thinks.

- What about yourself?

"... the neighbor"

I wish it was mine. The thought remains completely unchanged. I can't believe Sputnik's with someone other than himself, just imagining it hurts so hard in the chest, it's about to rip off. Next to him, his best part is, I hate it when it's not me.

But.

Even if his wishes don't come true or he can't convey his thoughts, Crewe gets anxious when he sees a friend as a subordinate who vows to continue to support the thinker. - I'm sure I'm the right person to stand next to Sputnik. Isn't he just a kid obsessed with him, just wasting his time wanting to be next to him?

From the bookshelf, take the 'first blanket', which is borrowed. It was scratched everywhere, the corners were rounded, and it didn't even fix it, making me feel the history of its original owner. I'm sure Sputnik knows, thinks and experiences a lot, too, and that's how there's someone called him right now. Because earlier, I've never heard a story about someone I liked.

- Well, what about myself?

My throat got painful, and from my lips again, and one thing corn, the gem rolled out. Line it up next to "The First Horseradish" with a scratchless, shiny blue color.

More than anyone, near him. Please put me next to him.

- Is the existence of yourself worthy of being next to him? You sure about that?

Look out the window. A quick butterfly is flying.

- The season eventually, spring.

Shit.