I Swear I Won't Bother You Again!

Chapter 88. Shards of unhappiness

Chapter 88. Shards of unhappiness

It was given that Violette wasnt like herself after that.

She did not touch her lunch, which she only finished half of it and other half was still lying on the plate untouched. She was acting fidgety, unsteady, or in other words, restless, which worried Rosette.

Although she had assured Rosette that she was fine but she was sure that even Rosette, whom she had only known for a short time must have also realized that she wasnt alright. Violette didnt have any words to describe how she was feeling. The feeling was similar when she was forced to swallow the food in presence of those three people who treated her like air, who behaved she didnt exist, but the feeling she was feeling now was different from that in a way. Rosette had no idea of the inner turmoil in her heart, so they could only talk to each other in a superficial way, without getting to the heart of the matter.

Rosette had no choice but to believe Violettes words and give up on the matter to probe for more.

Violette was trying to figure out what to do with the reality that she was confronted with, and how to handle these feelings.

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For the first time in her life, Violette found an advantage in having a family that did not care about her. They left her alone as usual, even though there were chances that she could be in pain. When she was having a hard time, when she was distressed, they always pretended not to notice it. Violette never appreciated their behaviour, but she still thought it was better than being trampled until she was crushed to powder in a precarious place.

Violette came home in a hurry, but no one even noticed her, especially Marijune. She stayed in her room and didnt go out, but Marijune didnt come to visit her either. Thank God she(Marijune) was not home yet. Because she was the only one who might notice something wrong with Violette, but rather than helping her, all she knew was how to push Violette into a corner.

Welcome back, Violette-sama.

Marin, who had come to clean up, greeted Violette as she entered the room. Marin looked at her with a quizzical gaze as she closed the door behind her back and looked at Violette who had her head down. She came home today earlier than usual, not only that, she also seemed to be slow and unsteady on her feet. To see Violette, who was full of energy most of the time was a strange sight for Marin. But that didnt mean that it was unusual to see her visibly depressed. She was a person who holds on, suppresses, and endures until she explodes.

Something the matter

Violette was the one who told Marin that her eyes, which was the same as her mothers but different in a way were beautiful. Those words at that time changed Marins life, and Violette became the center of her heart.

( is this why?)

Because a small seed has sprouted and blossomed, another emotion has sprouted along with it. The more she cared for Violette, the more she felt inexplicably uneasy about the eyes she had been complimented many times by Violette. She wanted to love her own eyes too, but the scene of that womans red eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she held Violette never got out of her mind.

The arms that have lost their strength, the unfocused gaze and the emotionless tone of her voice, what if she had hugged her and when she(Violette) had called her name with the expression of giving up on life? Just imagining it brought tears to her eyes and breaks her heart into a thousand pieces.

Slowly, Marin put her hand on Violettes back and stroke it gently. The hair she had just groomed that morning was tangled in her fingertips as she traced its surface over and over again, as if to check its soft texture. She could feel the warmth of a living person in her arms. This person was alive. Her beloved Lady was alive and safe in her arms.

Just by doing this, her suffocating anxiety melted away without a shred. The obstacle she thought was a wall was just a fog, not that it was blocking her, but that she could not step out of it. It was just a hallucination of her mind, and not a drop of Violettes true feeling was mixed in.

At least now, she was could help her. She(Violette) needed Marin.

Then there was only one thing for her to do. There was no reason to hesitate anymore. She was going to help her(Violette) with all her might, even though it meant destroying herself.

Whats the matter, violette-sama?

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