Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Ugh, no talk, no speech. You're starting to hide your nature, I knew it must be selfish, aren't you going to fix it anymore? No, you can't be.

We walked out again. We were caught on the crosswalk. Boring time for the signal to change. I wonder if Mr. Mairia can show patience. Just keep walking to the dark clouds without much change on the path you could just live on, the word dream disappears, and the world feels like an object of resentment and disgusts you. Yes, it was a sweet idea in the beginning. Mine.