I Swear I Won't Bother You Again!

I thought it was just an excuse not to be able to. It must be a mistake not to be able to do it. If you know how to do it, it's natural to move on to it, because you've given up not having consequences.

It's much better to be able to say those words, even though I'm not trying to move on because I see them in the same place. It also means taking a step forward and continuing to do so. He didn't even know that "achievements" were not necessarily waiting for him to move on.

× × × ×

Marin told me, where Violet falls.

By the grace of his half-sister, he was reduced to eternal imprisonment where he was supposed to be sentenced to a maximum sentence.

Everyone was impressed by that heart and praised Mary Jun, who was adorable and gentle. The future of this country is stable by virtue of its patronage, held like a Virgin. Even as the prince's fiancée, he has increased its value everywhere. No one, he, Violet's presence, his life, pretend to forget.

"I want to do it."

With bright red eyes, bright red stained eyes, a single crying marine zeroed words, the real thing. It was as if I was looking at the other self, and I understood all of its insides.

Whoever has made her evil, who has punished her, who has forgotten her, I want to do it all. I can't allow you to be happy. Just like her, no more hell, misfortune, as much as you want it to be.

After that incident, Marin, like Yulan, was also suspected of Violet's accomplice. The fact that she would have been under much stricter scrutiny than Yulan, who was obliged to do so, and the fact that the public's eyes were still getting harder on her to shelter and admire Violet. Though Violet pulled her hand from Marin like everyone gave her back her palm for admitting that it was an unplanned short-circuit offense when she did it alone.

Marin, who was naturally expelled from the Varhan family, has moved with Yulan to seek her liberation.

If you want to bury the roots of her sins without anyone thinking about what they mean. Even what happened ahead should be left unquestioned. By law, I have cried out with the right rights and authority. Though all of that ended up in no one's ear.

I don't know how long it's been since Violet's sentence was finalized. There was no more reason or thought left in the fatigue and lack of sleep of the runaway minutes and in the shell of the loss of God.

Request over and over again, sometimes plead, and still lie unchanged in the outcome.

I'll never see you again.

I can't listen to my voice again.

I can't get you to talk to me, I can't get you to call me names.

I can't even look at him laughing anymore.

This hand can no longer reach her forever.

I didn't think I'd die if I lost Violet. Her presence is gone from Yulan's life, it's the collapse of the world, and at that moment, without any foretaste, the heart stops functioning. There's no basis, there's no reason, it just should be.

Yet why am I still alive? Is this heart unchanged and pulsating?

─ ─ At this time, I'm still not sure why I chose that location. Whether it was thoughtful or waking up to faith, I had no intention of abandoning everything and serving.

Asked why, there is no answer. I just wanted to bump this anger, this resentment and hatred.

And if you're going to bump it, I just thought it was as big as I could be and a lot of objects would be nice.

When I realized, I stood in front of the altar of the cathedral.

Even the Virgin Mary, painted on a large stained glass, the bronze statue of an angel that solidifies its side, and the flames that sway on a polished candlestick shine. In this, even the air seems to be sacred. Is it because I was caught in a harsh atmosphere that the temperature feels somewhat lower than outside?

Everything you look at is a symbol of happiness. I'm just happy to say that it's right to be in the name of fraternity, charity, justice and order. Was it the angel in here who told you to love your neighbor, or the Virgin who smiles?

Great values of a great someone no one has ever seen or heard of. The great rake is called God, so if you say blasphemy of God is a felony and a denial of the world.

Shouldn't you, who have blasphemed my God, cease with sin and punishment?

"Huh-uh."

Grab a candlestick in sight and wield it with just momentum. I must have thrown the weight where such a force existed, which usually required both hands, even in full physical condition, into the vitreous in front of me so as to tap it with a grabbed hand. I felt my shoulder bones and nerves scream, but I don't care. The metal with Yulan's frustration jumps into the Virgin Mary's chest drawing a gentle parabola.

Unable to hold the shock and weight, it danced with the noise of fragmented vitreous. The sound of something cracking is very similar to the scream of splitting. Tragic and sad, with cleft sharpness. It's enough murder weapon to kill the Virgin Mary who has watched over the country.

You just have to die, I can't believe you didn't save Violet. You just have to crush it, I can't believe the faith that doesn't lean on her.

You just have to break it, Violet, all of Yulan's unwanted worlds.

"What are you doing!

I noticed the sound. Someone came to see how it went. When he heard a startling voice and many footsteps, his hand, which was grasping the second candlestick, was sealed and seized shortly after it broke out. I don't move my wrist twisted or my back that's just being held down, I'm just pressing my cheeks against the floor and I don't have a voice.

I know why my shaken vision is still unsettling. When was the last time you slept was the last time you ate. Memories as far away as I can remember anymore. If you can't do it in that state, it's natural for your body to take your limits as well as your feelings. The candlestick, which is so heavy in this condition, was released to that height.

(Why)

I resent the rapidly cooling brain on the back of what boiled down emotions are. For the sake of a beast with only instincts left... instincts only, because they remain, make me think. I hold it. Just the same abomination that is uninterrupted, regret.

(Why, I...)

It wasn't a big deal that my love wouldn't come true. However, if Violet's thoughts were to be accomplished, there was nothing better than it. Whoever it is, even if it's the most incompatible person in the world, it doesn't matter. So if she laughs, she hopes it's not herself that's ahead of her.

This is the result of choosing to be a good brother and entrusting her future to a man who doesn't even believe in it?

Round his neck, a hard floor rubbed on his forehead takes away even a slight body temperature. The back of my nose was twisted and I tried to bite my back teeth but didn't get the effect I wanted. Emotions that have lost their way out of the back of their eyeballs spill out of their plugs.

"Ah..."

The moisture with the grains in successive waterfalls gets wet from cheek to eye, through the face to the hair, and at the end of the day creates a number of spots on the floor. I contracted like the back of my throat was squeezed, and my dry mouth was full of blood flavor.

(What are you doing, I am)

Guru, stirred memories are sorted by regret. Reminds me of a number of points, a number of them, a transition period.

Where it begins. The day Violet lost herself, little by little. Broke her heart, the last and greatest blow.

(... if)

If I could have gone back that day, if I could have gone back that day.

Impossible imaginations, dreamless aspirations, imaginations below child delusions. No matter how much you wish, the past cannot be changed, and the future is its immutable pile. I guess this result is also the life of one who grew up distorted.

For example, I am sure that I will have a similar end. The only heart that remains in itself that loses God, loses its heart, and is covered with both love and faith is a heart that moves independently of its will. Still, one day, your breath should stop following the owner of your body.

(I don't care anymore)

It doesn't matter if you die or not. Yulan's world is doomed. Other than that, it's a hundred million things to think about.

What just makes me think about it. At the end of the day, you can't throw away when you're out, emotions.

(if, all, I could start over)

I look up to the shattered Virgin Mary with a vision that is as sweet as a night's sleep. The broken cuttoe reflected and looked much brighter than when I was giving myself up to the rear light. With tears still drooling in his face, only the golden colour that moistens as it melts stares at what was a god with a dull blade colour.

I was just thinking until my body, which was still forced to move beyond its limits, fell without even screaming.

If I could have gone back that day, if I could have gone back that day.

Now I won't give it to anyone anymore. Not to Claudia, not to anyone else, not to God.

I don't entrust Violet's happiness to anyone. I don't give away precious treasures to people I don't even believe in.

Nobody else, in their own hands, to make her look happy.