Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 133 Community Garden END【The wreath that cannot fit in my hand is my obsession with you.】

Enduring the pain caused by the rope strangling his neck, Pierson forced a smile and said to Emma, ​​"I really didn't lie to you."

He was like hugging a hedgehog curled up like this, resisting the pain, but never making a sound.

He carefully took out the wreath that he had spent a long time before. The wreath was still so pure and flawless, it was very dazzling.

Emma was taken aback when she saw the wreath, her eyes widened, and she couldn't believe that what appeared in front of her was real.

"Get away from me!"

Emma moved away from Pearson in a panic, staring at the wreath in Pearson's hand, biting her lower lip thoughtfully, as if she had thought of something.

"How would you know?"

Pearson smiled weakly, his eyes were shining with hope, but they couldn't illuminate her extremely dark heart, he said.

"Emma, ​​this is your wish. I can make it come true for you, even at the cost of my life."

What a magnificent promise, Emma sneered in her heart, her eyes were so sincere, she almost believed him.

The snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger, and the rope was almost strangling Pearson's neck. Pearson blushed because of difficulty breathing, and he wanted to reach out and put on Emma the wreath he had been looking for for so long.

But before reaching it, the wreath was ruthlessly overturned by Emma, ​​and the small white flowers fell on the ground. Because it was covered with snow, the wreath was not dirty.

But it was a little far away from Pearson's position, and Pearson looked at Emma in shock.

Emma's expression was as cold as a god of death, and she looked down at him arrogantly, as if the eyebrows outlined by the ink painting were still flawless.

She raised the corners of her mouth and spoke to him in words that could kill him.

"I hate you. I don't want to see you at all now. Go to hell."

What does it feel like for someone he loves to speak ill of him? Pearson only feels that a part of his body seems to have collapsed, and he seems to be the only one left in the world.

No, the person in front of her is not his Miss Emma. Miss Emma just hides her real self. She deliberately does this to give up on herself.

Pearson crawled towards the wreath desperately. Even though he was bound by the rope, he didn't care about the pain. He wanted to get the wreath.

Put it on for Miss Emma yourself and tell her what a beautiful flower girl she is.

He could no longer hear Emma's words clearly, whether it was insulting or praising, it didn't matter anymore, what he wanted was to wake up Miss Emma.

I can't seem to reach the wreath with my hands, and my neck seems to be strangled.

His vision gradually blurred, but his rationality insisted on keeping him awake, and he moved forward with all his strength, like a distressed dog in the water.

Enough is enough.

He showed a relieved smile as if he had been redeemed. Emma looked at him expressionlessly, as if she was watching a clown who performed poorly.

He tried his best to climb back, so that the rope was not as tight as it was when he climbed over to get the wreath.

"Can you wear it?"

Emma didn't respond, she just felt very upset, she thought she should kill him first, he was too noisy.

Emma walked into him with a knife and squatted beside him, the blood on her face was already dry, she didn't have time to deal with it, she showed an innocent smile.

"Then before I put it on, can I kill you first?"

After hearing this, Pearson smiled weakly.

"it is good."

He still said so.

Emma's scarlet eyes flashed with a murderous intent, and the knife in her hand pierced Pierson's back directly. This time, she missed Pierson's heart.

Blood bloomed from under his body, his face was already pale and bloodless, and he didn't make any moans.

"Can you give her back to me?"

"Give me back Miss Emma."

"Give her back to me."

He read it over and over again, tirelessly.

"Kill me, she should live a happier life, right?"

"After all, she hates me so much."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, suppressing the fishy sweetness in his throat, and blood was constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"You give her back to me."

"Let her wear a wreath once, okay? Don't deprive her of her wish, okay? This is her wish since she was a child."

Emma was taken aback for a moment, as if some memory came out of her mind.

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"Kreacher Pearson, my parents always quarreled, I was really sad, and then they abandoned me again, is there no one who will accompany others to the end?"

"Don't worry, Miss Emma, ​​Kreacher will always be with Miss Emma, ​​as long as Miss Emma doesn't mind, I promise, I will follow to the death."

He did so. From the moment she entered the orphanage, he has been by her side, never leaving, and resisting all threats with his fragile body.

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"Is Kreacher Pearson a good brother for the kids?"

"Yes, you are."

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"Give her back to me. OK."

Before he could finish his words, his neck was strangled by the rope, and the blade fell directly to cut off his head, and his blood splashed Emma's face again.

His body fell limply like a worn-out rag doll, but he never let go of the wreath in his hand.

Emma had tears in her eyes.

She covered her mouth with her hands, what did she do, she killed the person who cared about her most in the world with her own hands.

The scarlet color faded in her eyes, and returned to the previously clear blue color, as if there were seaweed floating in it, she felt that she was the most stupid person in the world.

The blade in her hand was dropped, and she tremblingly picked up the pure white wreath that Pearson had refused to let go. She dared not put it on. How could someone like her touch such a pure white and flawless thing.

When she saw those flowers, she was taken aback for a moment. The bell-like flowers looked petite and exquisite, with snow-white petals inlaid with beautiful green spots on the top.

She finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

The snowflakes are still falling, covering her head and body, it seems to be the lament of snowflakes, paying homage to the dead love.

"It's snowdrops."

She put a wreath on her head and sat next to Pearson's headless body.

She is very cute wearing the garland, and her green eyes are truly clear without any impurities.

It is as innocent as the elf-like Lisa before.

Although she was covered in blood, she didn't care anymore. She began to whisper something to Pearson, and even if no one responded, she continued to talk.

Snow covered them both.

Like two snowmen, they lean on each other, as if each other is the only one to rely on.

"Hey, I gave her back to you."

"You have to treat her well."

The roar of the electric switch did not move Emma, ​​she did not intend to escape with them, she continued to talk to Pearson as if she hadn't heard it, until she couldn't speak anymore.

"By the way, I like you too. This is a secret. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely tell you first."

These were the last words she said.

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The snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, gradually submerging the entire military factory, and the execution of the fire has not started for a long time, perhaps, this is the will of God.

Snowflakes buried this painful game like burning at the stake.

No one will remember what kind of story is buried here.

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snowdrops.

It represents rebirth.

　Well, the community garden is over√
　　Arrangements for the episode~
　　The next step is to be free~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)