"Britt, what's wrong with you?" Anne sat down next to me. His hand grabbed a tissue to wipe my tears. The other friend also understood so he turned his back.
"Nothing!" I answer.
“And said nothing, son of a bitch Simon made you cry, didn't he? That name is handsome, but it's so bad. Just make you cry. This Anne is determined not to let that guy make you cry anymore." Then he got up and left. Now I'm not in the mood to see where it goes, where it wants to go, I don't want to control it.
Now leaving I hear bad news. Anne's son went to warn Simon in the morning, it was rumored that he also beat Simon, but Simon did not react.
I met him in the great hall, his face slanted to one side. Oh my gosh, this kid is so fierce. My heart ached. I was about to go over and apply the medicine for him, but Myouin stepped in front of me. She sat down and gently applied the medicine to his face. My heart wants to burst. This scene is too beautiful, just add a little wind, a little more leaves is like the anime J))))
I sighed and turned away. I forgot, now he has someone to take care of him. He's not as empty as before. I walked down the stairs to the school gate, I just walked like nothing, not paying attention to what was happening around. Until there was a very strong pull, causing me to fall into someone's lap.
I looked up, it was you. His face was somewhat angry but still a little worried. My hand is still being held in another hand but that hand is not yours. I looked over, it was Simon, behind Simon was Myouin. He was still holding onto my other hand. From the opposite point of view, is this considered a private love story?
They both let go of my hand at the same time.
"What's wrong with me?" Both of them asked at the same time, did they practice before or why they matched so well.
"I'm fine, I just don't mind." I answer.
"Really, you didn't notice until you entered the hospital?" These are Simon's words, he looks at me with angry eyes. For me there was only anger but never anxiety. I smiled lightly.
"Let's go back Britt!" He pulled my hand. I nodded.
“Wait, who are you?” Simon held my hand, causing him to stop too.
“What does that have to do with who I am? Are you Simon Howard? The one who made Britt cry all this time?”
“Yes, I am Simon Howard. She cried because there was an unresolvable conflict between us. And who are you to interfere in this?" Simon asked.
“I am nobody! The conflict between him and Britt was only resolved when the third person was eliminated. And now, if you haven't eliminated the third person, let go of Britt's hand. I will take care of Britt in your stead for the time being.” His assertive demeanor defeated Simon's arrogance.
“What do you know about Britt?” Simon asked.