Japanese Chinese

The sun, shines through the windows, drops onto her hands.

Violet looks at the dust that was painted bright infront of her, bit her mouth together and closes her eyes in bit of unwillingness, on a wooden chair she thinks about all this, still blamed of yet unresigned.

"How should I do for it to be enough, Ah!"

"Ahh~!"

Her shortness of breath is carried in a voice almost softly lewd, so everything in front of her is left to be undisturbed.

Now it's like the storm passing

These sort of matters for herself, Violet and of course she knows, at least for the moment she's staying in her room, the place that is only where her home is, the things she's feeling right now, is too familiar from ever since.

15 year's old's body is like a snowflake, in the sun light of this place's geometry that every children's been charmed and man being stunned at, being comforted by the snow white of a light, even then herself like this, she can still understand that, afraid that it would gone soon

herself is close to death now

what a almost natural process, in one way or another, with different oppertunity and methods becomes a disturbance for people all over the world, as for someone whom has been given the scenes in front of her eyes, all that her eyes see, is the world.

at least in this situation that only she knows, in this way that she has kind of tried, she a girl,through time now, with all that she's been empathetic at to be taken away in their expectations of man and woman.

do someting, delay the dying

so like that, violet in unusual moves herself, with that delicate thinn body of hers, step by step approaches the window, steps on a wooden made drawer by the window, and off she goes be flying

but she trips her left foot with her right one, use her right hand to grab her left hand and put it in front of her breast to tightly grasp on the cloths, let her body taken the momentum, a wind passed by the window, What's almost outside the window -- Violet's hemline, blossom like a violet flower, leaving me impressed of the moment.

"! !"

"Ahh~~!"

"Why..stops me..."

Tears comes out and blips down, I witnessed this I can't ignore her face full of un-resigned. This pain and along the empathy, it's torturing me right now, through my eyes I look at Violet, with her mouth I said:

"Sorry..let's keep trying for a bit"

I totally said that unresponsibily, only thinking about things I care, yet having to calm her with empathy.

"*Sniff....tshhh"

"This sort it's too awful"

She pouts on her lips, in sadness, like a paper after soaked in turquoise blue ink unsettled flinging in her heart.

"Gril, you are standing too dangerous"

Although how can herself be standing, while already leaning on the window, after using up all her strength

"Oh, sorry!"

"Agh~ Sorry what, you gotta watch yourself girl"

She puts her right foot back on the wooden drawer, repeat things again, back to the room now.

This pretty much is the only place for her to call home, things that she's familiar with, her stuffs, with the way she had decided, staying at the places of where they should be.

Violet craws on the bed in a short while, like when a 5yrs old child, holding the bed onto her and she cries.

I really wanted to die for her.

If I could.

She's like this because of me, and if I am no longer in this wolrd she wouldn't be over stretching herself like this, letting her be sad and be against the whole world if anyone sees me they must say I'm no man