A Wish to Grab Happiness

"You have three sins, you know that?

A thin finger with a suppressed throat is pushed in to compress the meat. He squeezed his brain around with maximum speed to leak a small whimper and retrace the answer to Kalia's question as he narrowed his eyes.

Only a little air is supplied from the throat, which is very, but not enough. The lungs storm around the body in search of air, and the flesh that has lost room takes away the power of the limbs in an attempt to lose consciousness of it.

What? Sure, I can't deny the verse that I've been spared just a little while or that I was at the top of things going well.

But sin, sin. I don't remember that. Of course, if you bring up the past, it can't be true either. At least I didn't remember having a sin department for Kalia.

The vision reflected by the bewildered eyes is slightly blurred, and the brain becomes dull as it refuses to patrol the thought.

It was understood that the force of the hand that suppressed the throat was undoubtedly genuine. This is not a joke or a mess. Seriously, this woman is thinking about closing me down.

"Don't you see? One is... that you let me decide things twice without any consultation with me, who is' my buddy '. Yes, twice."

I forgive you for the first time. I'm very generous, Karia added. That floating grin is so cold.

With his eyes round, he takes the word one beat late.

I see, I have some understanding. Even though I haven't been able to talk to myself about the clogging, it wasn't funny that things were going to change. For the first time, I would have received a request for a fia alert.

Afterwards, what I decided arbitrarily, in a floating mood to the matter of the crest man, was that I touched the Kalia's inverse scale?

I shudder my jaw like a snort, staring at my face. Understood. Turn your gaze, as you will see, that I was bad on that point. Even if I try to make a voice out of it, it only sounds strangely faint from my tight throat.

But Kalia loosens that look, as she was somewhere convinced of the reaction.

"Second. In this case, it just sounds like I'm telling you to work like a carriage horse on the back while you're at it. What do you say, yeah?

So, finally, the strength of the fingers buried in his throat weakened.

The old air falls zero out of his throat as he exhales the cloudiness accumulated in his throat, and his lungs begin to work together in an attempt to take in new air.

It was about time I stopped thinking in earnest. Can you stay sane or not? Thinking can be done or not. The cold-blooded discernment in that regard is as if it were torture. I feel a kind of fear in the way I'm used to it.

But not yet, my fingers aren't off my throat. I just got loosened up. If there is anything here that could damage Kalia's mood, it would not be strange if it were to be tightened down this time.

And at that time, doubts were spreading in my brain.

But what? And why is this guy so angry? Compared to what it used to be like in Kalia, on the journey of salvation, things are too, yes, too different. That, of course, may change by getting older, but nevertheless much restlessness.

Obsession. Yes, the way it seems to stick to something. Once she was also, indeed, obsessed with a person named Hert Stanley. But even so, it feels like it's becoming unnecessarily bad in nature.

Speak slowly and painlessly as you slowly open your liberated throat.

"but...... ha. No, he's not. As far as I can tell, he's still somewhere brittle with fialerts. If you let go of your hand and run around the field, and you don't look at it, you don't know what time it's gonna break."

Now, not yet.

Yeah, speaking of which, she is. Fiarat La Borgograd is also very different from when it comes to the journey of salvation.

Whatever she did, there was no gap, she was always standing alone, showing how independent she was. With a pitiful gaze, she seemed to foresee everything.

But if you look at what's going on now, it's like a young tree looking for something to lean on. I can't even imagine letting you stand around on your own. Makes me feel like I have to watch my back in battle.

I'm sure of that brilliant talent, but apparently the fialert isn't the kind to do the job if you leave it alone right now, I think.

Oh, think about it, yeah. Maybe she was leaning on him, too, where I didn't know. So was it that attitude?

"But Karia. You're not. I don't think so. You're a strong woman. She's a dependable woman who can take the devil's neck by herself. And so."

Yes, as I spinned the words, I felt that somewhere the power of my hands was loosening. Of course, it's only a few.

"Do that?," Kalia put down the question mark, overlapping her words to guide her on.

"He's a proud man. You like me or not, but once you make a promise, you never betray a colored demon for whispering. I know it well."

Yes, that's all I trust. The fold of her former journey, how arrogant and unreasonable she was towards the weak, and how she waved the outrage, was no longer something she could remember.

But that's all I remember. A woman named Kalia is proud of herself and more willing than anyone to persevere. In that regard, she was a good woman.

For a moment, silver eyes opened round, and breath leaked slightly from his lips. You laughed at my words, like you couldn't help it, like you gave up.

"Well, there is a degree of wisdom to turn your tongue. So, how can you be so trustworthy? What made you whisper that?

"I told you so"

I also acted like I was totally unrecognizable to Karia's reaction when I had no choice but to give it back.

"You, Kalia Birdnick - no, Kalia."

Like some time ago, I gave it back.

For a moment, Kalia smiles and hands off her throat as she laughingly narrows those eyes, yet satisfied.

"Admittedly - this person is no longer a knight, but it is the possession of the noble who returns to trust and expectation with appropriate action"

Finally, my throat is free, I can breathe fully, I am free from hell like there is life in the hands of the devil, and I loose my strength from my shoulders.

I don't know if it worked, but at least he convinced me.

When I looked at Kalia so I could breathe and confirm - that, my silver eyes were right around the corner. It's going to reach each other's breathing, it's going to rub their foreheads together, so far away. Unexpectedly, my throat rings.

"Well, you didn't forget. Your sins are three - the third, you seem to be hiding something from me. Hi, your movements are unnatural. It's too sudden, even if it's an end in itself. If you want to move me as a companion, don't you think it's necessary to wash up and talk, yeah?

Seen up close, the expression emanating from Kalia's righteous face was luscious everywhere, attractive as pulling anything in, and, as such, an endless satanic grin that included a willingness to thrust the other into hell depending on his mood.