Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The tunnel is bright with evenly spaced lighting, creating a mood reminiscent of the middle of the night somewhere. Mind Even if I'm not here, I wonder who my memory was then. A car passes beside three.

A gentle breeze softens the skin. Comfortable, but somewhere encompassing strangeness like the night breeze. I guess it's my fault. I am divorced from who I am then. Something spilled pathetic about purity and simplicity.

"Mr. Maricana, don't be silly."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

"Maricana, what's wrong?

The prince asks quickly.

"No."