Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Ever since I met him, she often dreams.

Ever since I met her, he often dreamed.

A dream he can't breathe in front of.

The dream of her sobbing in front of me.

She always looked at it in despair.

He always looked at it bewildered.

How can you dream over and over about the sights you least want to see?

Why, my chest hurts when it's a sight I'm not supposed to know.

She reaches out and says, "Don't go."

He reaches out and says, "Don't cry".

her hands without reaching him.

His hands without touching her.

So the dream ends, and she opens her eyes wet in tears.

So the dream awakens, and he opens his eyelids with a surprisingly unpleasant sweat.

Every time I dream, she gets confused.

Every time he dreams, he asks himself.

I wonder why my chest seems so torn.

Why do you think I'm so adorable?

He in his dreams.

She in her dreams.

- It's not like that guy right now. It's supposed to be someone...

"...........................!?

Even tonight, Leticiel woke up in her midnight bedroom. When I touched my cheeks with both hands, it was wet there with tears flowing like waterfalls.

I haven't had this dream in the last few days, but why do I see it again when I seem to have forgotten?

One boy stood in the flower garden as far as I could see. He was shaking his pitch-black hair and reaching out as he narrowed his black-looking eyes with the addition and subtraction of light.

We should know the outcome of the dream, but in the dream she took a step toward the boy as if he were invited against Leticiel's will.

At that moment, the world turned dark. The surrounding flowers turned into purple exasperating poisonous flowers, and the arrows that flew to blur her cheeks were sucked straight into the brunette boy's chest.

All I could do was cry, scream, hate, resent, and still watch the tragedy that had happened, and she just ran to him to selflessly obsess.

He was laughing. He was lowering his eyebrows like some trouble and stretching his trembling hand this way.

- Please, I'm all bad, so don't look so sweet.

His body slowly sinks into a sea of poisonous flowers as he bleeds out of his mouth.

No, wait. Don't go. I don't want to lose it anymore. No matter how much you scream, no matter how much you wish, the past will take him away.

Shortly before my vision was dazzled by tears overflowing like I cut a weir, I pictured it in her eyes with green and purple eyes clearly rising in the darkness - …….

So, I have a small question.

(... that? Me, how could I have dreamed of Sieg...?

Until now, I kept dreaming of Nao dying.

I'm sure that came from feeling guilty for myself for surviving alone, so Leticiel didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.

Thank you, I'm sorry, I want you to forgive me, I love you.

And yet, how did you see Sieg at the end of your own guilt?

Because you two are alike? Because Leticiel's layering Nao on Sieg? Because Sieg is a friend you can forgive? Because you've been by your side for a month and a little while? Because you were relying on him before you knew it? Because I enjoyed being with you and I hoped this time would last forever?

- What kind of guilt do I have against Zeke?

Forcing an end to the thought that began to gradually become chaos, Leticiel heads to Noronolo and his own lavatory.

Washing my face with cold water also calmed my messed up head a little. Leticiel returns to his dim bedroom and falls back into bed.

"... let's go to sleep"

After this dream, I always get terribly apathetic.

It makes me think that thinking and everything doesn't matter, as if during the death of a previous life. Leticiel wore a futon and closed his eyes.

But I didn't sleep that day as usual.

Sieg's face floats firmly behind his eyelids, even though he tries not to think about it.

Sieg just laughs and I can't breathe. Trying to shake it off, it didn't work either with a boisterous head, and Leticiel couldn't let go of consciousness.

I was gobbled up in bed for a while, but Leticiel gave up and woke up because there was never any sign that I could sleep.

The cool night breeze in the early summer tickled my cheeks if I went out to the balcony to get some air outside. Look up into the night sky and look down at the garden under your eyes.

This was a New Moon night. So the garden without light is covered in dark darkness. But now, the darkness was pleasant.

Whether it was because he dreamed differently, or because he saw Sieg, Leticiel puzzled his hands on his chest because he felt his heart beat faster than usual.

Tears that should have stopped once convey their cheeks again. The bitterness, sadness, and a little guilt creaked into his chest, and Leticiel leaked a whimper without knowing why.

Instead of crying or crying refreshing, I was rather unhelplessly frustrated by Moya's stomping heart.

Leticiel didn't have the answer to why I felt this way or why my chest hurt so much.