The Queen's Cosmetician

"From the beginning, was it decided?

said the woman.

In the freezing and trembling rain of everyone, the woman is left without being slightly mobile. The twisted Shizukuishi wet her hair and conveyed her cheeks. Wet by a clear Shizukuishi, her lips are discolored to blue and purple. But the woman did not try to move off the spot. He stared straight at the man with an unacceptable eye for escape.

"Yes, it was decided from the beginning"

The man affirmed the woman's words. It is impossible to deduce the heart of a man from his eyes, which have a tranquility similar to that of the winter lake water. In the first place, the heart of this man was always separated somewhere far away. For example, in a false smile.

The woman knew that.

"Shh."

So here's the thing, I'm fighting.

"If it was decided from the beginning, how could you have been kind?

"Kind?"

Man, let's go. The mockery was the first human emotion a man came here to expose.

"I have no recollection of feeling for you."

"Shh."

"It's not a lie"

The woman repeatedly said it was a lie. Lips stretched against the cold just stopped shaking slightly and spinning the sound did not come true.

That would have been nice, wouldn't it?

The woman thinks. The man was kind. The kindness never stood out. But he was sweet.

I know that.

Even though I know.

A man's hand is stretched to the woman's neck. The finger ate into the tender meat. The rain never stops. Cold Shizuku slips down a man's cheek.

In the distance, the light fell and the thunderbolt struck.