"~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~! Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate."
I jumped into bed, cuddling my pillows and letting my feet jump butterflies alternately like a child.
Soft bed kicks and pops back at the same time and still bumps your feet and hugs your pillows until you feel okay.
Having returned to the kingdom of Friesia from the United Kingdom of Hanazoo with his brother's instant move, I returned to my room after hearing the report and the story to my mother. Your sister said hello to the Knights and went to the Knights practice area, but she cared "Ti...... Tiara would be tired and I wonder if she'd come to rest in her room" and sweetened me. That's what you told me. My sister remembered. My face was so lit up because of it.
Chelsea and Carler, the exclusive samurai, speak up as if they were surprised, but now they can't give it back properly. All the faces of the people who aren't here stick to their heads, and the words of that time are still in their ears.
"Tiara Royal Ivy.... you have taken my heart"
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My face is hot again when I think of it.
A voice shouts off the voice of that man who sounds in his head, about to grow up and bury his mouth in his pillow and scream.
Even before, there were times when a man told me that in a letter or in a social setting. It's not uncommon for that guy to have that dressed dialogue. Besides, he said on the day I first met your sister... oh, my sister... Dear...
"... why... not your sister..."
When I scratch my hair up, it's hot to the ear.
When I raised my face slightly, the pillow was damp only in the area where my eyes were on. I feel hot without my heart or even my breath, and I think maybe I should just burn and die like this.
The opposite hand scratched up my hair makes a crisp noise when I loosen my fist. As soon as I remember what's in my hand, my body gets hotter.
"Knowledge, technology, upbringing, everything.... Make sure you wear it '
"~ ~ Eh... I wish...
That guy, I don't know.
I've only said mean things to that guy. I have said many times that I hate it. I don't see why that guy would like me, not anyone in the world. Besides, that guy... that guy... "I'm sure.
I thought you'd like your sister.
Because your sister is a kind, well-dressed and very nice person.
Even the people so far, they all have.
Everyone who finds out what's nice about your sister will love about her. I was very, very happy with that. I wanted a lot of people to love my sister.
... so I suspected it at first, too. I seriously thought you might have told your sister next door, not me.
Because that guy is not like the people who have ever hung a nice word of love on me. Because I've seen a lot of nice things about your sister with those eyes, like the people who loved her.
My sister helped me many times, and she also gave me kind words to cheer me up and finally protect me to the country.
Because you must really be the one who got a lot of stuff from your sister.
So absolutely. I thought Prince Cedric loved your sister, too.
"Eh... I don't know...
I was ashamed, my head messed up and my tears seeped in again.
My fingers hurt when I put my strength into my hand grabbing my pillow. I could finally return the words "whatever..." to the voices Chelsea and the others worried about me.
But I knew it was hard to talk more than that, and I dive into the bed to my head without changing without worrying about my dress getting wrinkled. "Mmmm..." he roared in a weird voice, making him extra ashamed of himself.
... hates that guy.
But for the first time, I was chosen.
Knowing what's really nice about your sister, she chose me instead of your sister on top of that.
You could tell me you prefer me to the nicest sister in the world. But I don't know why it's me. Maybe you're not just replacing your sister? And I even think about twisting it.
I thought you liked my sister's me instead because she did terrible things to her sister and she never deserved it herself and it would never come true. I was surprised to see myself thinking this nasty way about not just wanting to be close to my sister and saying I like my sister. But I really don't believe that much. Really, really, really, really that much.
... Glad to hear it.
"~ ~ Eh...
I held my knees in bed, and when I meditated my eyes hard, the tears flooded again.
I hate that guy. You did terrible things to your sister and made her cry, and you're sweet with a crybaby on that piece of shit. I hate him.
Yet for the first time in my life, you thought I liked you more than your sister so lovely. All this time, all the people who found out what was nice about your sister loved your sister, and all the people in the social world who said they liked me, the warrants, the royalty, they were supposed to be all the people who didn't know what was really, really nice about your sister.
"... be sure to make him the man he deserves"
... For the first time, I thought you'd found it.
For the first time, I felt like I could be someone's best.
I don't know why, but I think that guy did it again and again. I would have jumped more and honestly rejoiced if I could have told someone other than that guy around the world.
Why do you think of me so many times? If that's what you said to anyone but me all over the world, I wouldn't have been so surprised if your sister wasn't the other person. I would have rather blessed you better.
The person in the world who has no way of choosing me has given me the oath piercing and the word.
If you put your gripping fist into strong force in front of your chest, it hurt a little too much. But now it hurts like my chest is being poked with a fire needle for more reason than that.
That guy, I don't know.
But if the next time I saw her, she told me a joke or something like that I was looking for my sister as I thought she would, I would be very scratched.
... So I don't expect anything, I'm sure it's a temporary distraction. I let him out on the battlefield with me, and I'm sure that's just thrilling and mistaken. The next time I see him, he'll regret it. It's okay, I'll pretend I forgot it right then.
Because he's such an idiot and a prince Cedric. I'm sure I've never really fallen in love with anyone before. As I did to my sister the first time, there's no way I really know the weight of that word and vow.
Even this piercing feels light.
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As I can tell, I shrugged like that again.
When I was squatting in bed by myself, I thought about Prince Cedric all the time if I noticed. That makes me regret and restless and even rounds me up like an egg by holding my leg down that makes me want to bump.
It took me three times as long as usual to want to rest as it was and not be able to concentrate my knife throwing practice.
I wanted to see my sisters after I had properly organized my mind, but I really didn't have to wrap up whatever I did.
"Next to it, I want to be... a place for life."
I couldn't stand thinking about it all the time by myself, and it was just the next morning that I ran into your sister's room.