Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Boring, there's nothing more I can do. I wonder if we will remain bound for ever by the chains of today, no matter how we rise. The light above collided with my eyes as I looked up. I feel a tingling pain in my eyes and miss my gaze instantly.

Looks like they burned my eyes. I have a customer who pays at the register. It pains me to live and enjoy such a mediocre day, such nuances. The cashier keeps accounting with the sound of a catacquake.

The cashier opens like a metal bump and quiets like a fox whose roots have been stopped.