It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

Outside the lid is bright.

Slowly opening the heavy eyelids had a familiar sight.

Is this my room?

A soft light is plugged in from outside the window.

Bright, is it morning?

How long have I been asleep?

Or when did you come back to your room?

When did you sleep before that? What were you doing?

With an unawakened head, I looked up at the severe pain that had fallen on my abs trying to get up for now.

- My body doesn't move as much as I think.

It weighs like it's not your own.

I glance at the unlikely sight on the right side of the bed where I frowned at the strange feeling of creeping in the swamp.

"... alto, Miss Stella...?

Now she was there, not a child, but a genuine, fine lady.

Long beautiful silver hair on the bed.

There's no way I'm wrong.

Try to tumble the cape and blanket into the edge of the feather-woven bed in a simple piece,... Is this, sleeping?

They're holding my right hand.

Only the right hand is unusually warm.

……… Impossible.

I looked around again with Kyolo Kyolo.

Definitely my room in the Hardist mansion.

Just a boring, usual room to sleep in.

... No, no, it can't be.

There's no way I have a girlfriend in a room like this.

This is Hardist territory, and even more so Hardist mansion.

She doesn't step in here.

And there's no way you're coming to my room or anything, for no reason.

"Oh, a dream..."

Apparently, I'm still in my dreams.

I can't believe I'm creating her fantasies in my own room. I'm scared of myself at last.

Idiot, I am. What are you thinking?

And I feel sorry for myself that I'm happy with this dream.

... well, okay. About in my dreams.

I'll never see my real girlfriend again, and I'm the one who decided not to.

Wake up the upper body somehow and rub silver hair that spreads across the bed with heavy left arms like lead.

How much I wanted to touch my hair as delicate as this brocade.

I grinned bitterly at my trembling fingertips.

"... Stella"

How much did you want to call this name?

".................. n"

Her head moves slightly.

It was a waste of time to follow the silver hair that fell from the palm of his hand with his eyes.

"Elle, Laine...?

Look, this is a dream.

Because she doesn't call me Ellein anymore.

A slowly lifted face stares at me at me, and then my empty eyes become round as if I were a child.

She had eyes that seemed too open to spill. She didn't know to fix it. She seemed like an old girlfriend. I still laughed a little.

"Morning, Stella."

I'll try to smile, but my facial expressions still don't work the way I think. I was heartily upset about what I would do if I was laughing in a disgusting way.

"... Ellein, Dear..."

"You're beautiful in your dreams."

She was stiff when I shook her hand back a little that remained gripped.

Reach out to those cheeks and touch or not, at the.

Again, I touched her softly, even if it was a dream, but for a reason that it was my dream.

My fever slowly shifts on my cold cheeks.

She smiled all the time. She blinked a few times without distracting herself from me.

I'm touching her.

I managed to quell my mind and exhale that fact alone was going to rise.

I've always wanted to touch you.

This is what I always wanted to do.

All the time, all the time.

"Um,"

"Hmm? What the hell, Stella?"

"... Um, okay now, are you?

"Are you okay?"

"Your body..."

Your body? What the hell are you talking about?

......... Oh, was it because I was crying earlier?

"I'm fine, you showed me the ugly part"

Whether it was a dream or a young figure, I can't believe she cried in front of me...

Oh, my God, faulty. I'm too embarrassed.

... Speaking of which, the only thing she feels red in the eye is her heart, but what's wrong?

"Are you okay?

Slowly slide your hands against your cheeks into your eyes.

She let her shoulders jump and her eyes narrowed in a squint.

My eyes are swollen.

What's the matter with you?

When I heard that, she dyed her face bright red at once.

Fever, but is there?

Even though it's a dream?... because it's a dream? Is it everything?

Or is that what you mean when this is what I want?

Nothing, she said a prawn and wandered her gaze slightly.

My face became even more red for some reason.

I tilt my neck and then I narrow my eyes to that much adoration.

"Stella"

"I like it."

She opened her servant's eyes again when she told her that only with a slight glance.

I still close my eyes with a thumb under my eyes that are about to fall off.

"I love you."

Words slip off my lips very nicely.

She has been perfectly solidified like a sculpture.

I sneezed and stroked my soft hair as it gave me a giggle.

It's a dream, so it's good. This is my dream.

Words that I wanted to say to her and didn't finally come true.

As much as I dream, will I not be forgiven?

"All the time, I love you. All this time, I'm sure I have since the day I met you.

I've always wanted to be next to you and I didn't want to let you get away with it, and I must have unconsciously surrounded you. "

I'm sorry.

Her lips trembled slightly as she smiled and lowered her brow.

She doesn't move as if time has stopped.

Is it actually stopping? I also thought, the more she became of my created fantasy, the more elaborate and bewildered she lowered her gaze.

"I'm sure I can't give you up for the rest of my life.

I guess I keep thinking miserably.

But you're not gonna be happy next to me, so you should run away from me.

But I hope you'll forgive me if I take it personally. "

My face stains bright red.

Surprisingly slightly, the flattered eyebrows are loving.

This is my created girlfriend, but if she were a real girlfriend, what would she look like?

If it was old time, they might have smiled and flushed it.

If it's her now, she might get angry.

As I expected, I couldn't help but love my connecting and red-dyed eyes, and I reached out my left hand, which was on my cheek, and held my silver head in my arms.

I'm surprised at the strangely real weight and heat transmitted, but I make an excuse to attract it because it's a dream.

I hugged her fever all the time with one hand sinking into my chest.

"Huh! What..."

"... Stella, I love you more than anyone"

Algae scratching to push back. That's what I said to block her. My consciousness fell into darkness again.

Oh, very convenient for me, I hope this happy dream doesn't wake me up forever......