The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

By the time we left the couple's house behind, it was already falling into the dark outside.

Restaurants and lodgings serving alcohol are the ones that are still busy, but many shops have already hung 'closed' bills. There are also significantly fewer people going down the road than during the day, and children like Crewe are no longer seen at all.

Walk side by side with Sputnik through the lit streets. He said in the usual way, hooking and rocking his lighter bag into his arm.

"Good for you. Jelly, you got some, didn't you?

"... Yes"

Krew answered, shaking his heavy head vertically slightly as he looked at the bag he had placed in his own hand.

Stuffed jelly I took with me for the birthday celebration. On the way home, Ellie let Krew grab some of them for the cat. Clear and sparkling, red, green and orange jelly. It appears clear that some of them are filled with fruit that corresponds to the colour. It's the sweetness of Elsa's shop, I'm sure these are also very tasty without leaking into examples - though. Still, Crewe's heart didn't clear. Because what she wants most right now wasn't a treat or anything.

Look up at Sputnik. While he spoke to Crewe, he hadn't seen her. He's just turning to go straight and talking about something.

He hasn't seen himself. Even though it wasn't particularly unusual, to Klu now, I missed it asexually.

I knew he was going to go out to the city at night. But at least I just want to dispel the anxiety I've had, and before I go, I want you to just face yourself for a little while, and Crewe speaks to him.

From now on, at the very least, will you just have dinner with me before you go?

"Um..."

"Well, and"

But.

The store owner didn't seem to be concerned about the employee's mood. Unaware of Crewe's whispering call and squealing, he stops inadvertently. I stretched out big, scratched my hair lightly, then looked down at Crewe.

Turn, ash eyes. But that, unfortunately, was not the eye she sought.

he said.

"That concludes our business for today, Mr. Tired. - I'm not leaving. I'm going out like this. Keep it locked properly."

And pointing is a different path to follow home. I didn't know what lay ahead or where I was going, but still there, I was sure someone, not myself, was waiting for him.

I don't know, I frown.

"Ah..."

I was surprised at Krew for not being able to answer instantly, or his expression was strangely distorted. Put your hands on your hips and lean your neck.

"What's up? You know the way home, right?

Sputnik's, to that question.

Crewe wanted to answer, I don't know, - so I wanted to ask you to come home with me. But such a thing, a bright red lie from what I said, would have been quickly dispelled. I'm sure they're done laughing at you for making weird jokes about what.

So.

At that time, Klu had no choice.

"Yes. Um... take care, take care"

"Dodo too. Take care and go home."

I thank him deeply and deeply for his light tone. And by the time I lifted my head, he was already walking out toward where he was going. I'll show you about Crewe, without even a bare look back.

Driven by the urge to call his name out loud. But what happens when you do something like that? - What if they ignore me?

I can't say anything when I think about it, and it's hard to watch my back leave.

Crewe just bit his back teeth, softly, turning away.

That's how Crewe breaks up with him and walks out on his own for the house.

At that time, Krew was full of tears that just swept up, and didn't even think about going after him. So...

I don't even know that Sputnik, with his back turned, sighed deeply, nor do I realize that he muttered "he's the one with no specifications" in a frivolous manner.

And when I stayed up late.

Crewe was sitting alone on the stairs leading to the first floor, holding a stuffed animal.

- I bought lasagna at Elsa's for dinner and ate alone in my room. When he visited the store, Crewe was the one who hadn't noticed, but he seemed quite pale, and Elsa, the waitress, opened her eyes as surprised to see her, and said in a bare voice, "What's wrong!," he asked. Nothing, enough to keep me away for a while no matter how many times I've told you.

When Sputnik told him that he was going out, that he was leaving alone this evening, that he wanted to have something made and brought home because he didn't have the energy to cook a meal, he was strongly invited to "at least eat it at the store" - but politely declined. Because I wasn't in the mood to see someone, and there was no guarantee that I wouldn't cry out on the spot for eating with people again. They didn't want to ruin the delightful meals of the visitors to the store with their own melancholy evenings.

That's how half the lasagna I was forced to take home and eat wasn't uncommon or tasty for that coffee shop meal. No matter how much you eat, it doesn't taste at all. In the end, I left about half of it in my room, and I stopped.

When I bathed, brushed my teeth, changed into sleeping rolls and entered the futon, I saw some things in the darkness behind my lid. It's depicted in a quiet night. It's all like a nightmare to see as you wake up, and eventually even having your eyes closed makes it harder to be in the room alone - and in the end, getting out of bed, wearing slippers, in the stairs outside your room, asking for a place.

Sputnik will most likely be back the next morning if he goes out at night. Sitting here like this, I know no one will ever come up. Still, in this mood, I couldn't stand being in the room alone.

"Uh-oh..."

Call the name of the stuffed animal you brought from the room and face it. My face, which appeared in black, round eyes, was ridiculously distorted.

And I think, one of the paintings shown behind the lid.

About the parents who abandoned themselves. That I was abandoned by my parents.

In the moonlight plugging through the window, Crewe thinks alone. Her closest person, Sputnik, also must be responsible for that, because she never told her own parents' stories in front of her. Crewe has never considered the absence of a parent to be a special problem.

Though. Look at the warmly wrapped and protected baby today.

I envied that, I thought.

Once you realize it, your thoughts fall into depth everywhere. I wonder why they dumped the young crew. Did you think it would be gold and sell it to someone? Or did you think it disgusted your unusual daughter to spit out jewels and such?

Such a disgusting daughter doesn't matter if she dies somewhere.

- I inadvertently nauseated and took up the mug I put on the stairs. There is a lot of hot milk mixed with honey inside. Something warm, something sweet calms people down. I made it because I wanted to calm my mind down and not stop making noise, but it didn't taste at all like lasagna either. Take a sip, but it still tastes bad, I don't feel like going on and drinking, and put the cup back where it belongs.

And also think. Now I'm not talking about my own parents, I'm talking about someone who is now my guardian - about the day Sputnik will one day find a partner in his life.

The dog shop voice I heard during the day comes back to life behind my ears. - You want to have a zone, or you want to accompany a woman (one)? Isn't Mr. Sputnik here?

There's nothing else Sputnik has as Krew's guardian, because he hires her as an employee. So, for example, he won't kick Crewe out of this store just because he has a relationship. So that's not the problem. The real problem is...

When he finds his companion, will the man accept Crewe, his uncomfortable daughter, who spits jewels? What if Sputnik's most beloved person in the world says "disgusting" by pointing to Crewe?

And the other, most importantly, big question. Will I be able to be with him then? Will I ever be able to endure every day when I have to look at him at the same distance as I have to before, who places much greater affection on me than I do on anyone else?

I saw it in the evening, a friendly, laughing dog shop and Eli figure. The dog shop's neck is replaced with Sputnik in Crewe's imagination. That was it, her breasts were about to rip open.

But if you don't like it, there's no place to go to Crewe, no one to rely on, no one to protect you.

Who's going to pick up the self that even my parents threw away again?

"Phew, phew, ugh"

I thought, I wasn't self-conscious from my throat, my voice leaked.

My eyebrows and eyebrows lean over and the edges of my mouth tighten slowly. His own face in the eye of the rabbit crumbles like a baby he sees during the day. When he closed his eyes for too long to withstand seeping vision, he transmitted his nose from his eyeballs and his cheeks from his eyeballs, and something warm fell into his chin.

When did I become such a fool? In the past, he said he was just happy not to be beaten up, just to be able to eat something, just to live the day.

No one will come where I screamed. But still, I couldn't stand it.

When Krew held the rhesus with both arms, he opened his mouth wide and breathed,

"Ugh, wow."

I put all my belly-filled sentiments on it, and cried out to the ceiling - at that time.

Block her voice.

It sounded so loud that it even rocked the sitting stairs.