TAGGED: SILVER CHESS

19# MEMORY GARDEN

"Rue, there's a message from your fans, here!" I screamed as soon as a white box was handed over to the delivery man. How much money was spent to send Rue this kind of good food.

"Whoo, that's a booming cake limited edition chees right?" Urlich looked at him enthusiastically, "it's a shame that if discarded, we better spend it as soon as possible,"

"Can, nih? And Son wants to?" doubtful, but I end up making a fool out of Rue's temper as soon as I get home.

"It's delicious, you know!" The thick-haired guy even chews with his fun. " By the way, Kanra, next week if there's free time?"

Hmm, Tumben Urlich asked me like that. "What do you need?"

"I got a free amusement park entrance, yes rather than wasted, it looks like it would be more useful if you just use it,"

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He is not coming again today. Atlaraka breathed a bored sigh. The people in this place are so full of falsehoods. Some danger what he is that he needs to establish a therapist and inject memory deterrent periodically. Atlaraka felt like an ignorant fool.

"It sucks!" He shuffled hair. He cannot be easily fooled. Atlaraka memorized every chemical liquid contained in his injectable liquid. They kill slowly.

The man observed observing his iron skeletal arms. Touching it as if by tracing the material at a glance he began to understand. "It should be that they use titanium made as light as possible, coupled with silicone materials and elastic fibers for the manufacture of the covering skin,"

How this guy is still a genius like before. Stay unchanged.

" I'm sorry, this is from your therapist's partner," a box wrapped in aluminum paper is proffered toward him. "Miss Kanra Anastasia will see you later in the afternoon, get ready to undergo a therapist outside the bars,"

Right, any? Although it sounds unconvincing, but now who is the person who can be trusted? At least this one girl is good enough to make a tool. Maybe he'll prepare a plan to kill her later. Dumped him and the kabue fled.

Yeah, pretty simple.

Now it just needs to spill a chemical liquid of corrosive materials to shed the rusted iron, using a little to turn it into a tool. Ah, he needs a wrapper.

Atlaraka took the wrapped box. Stupid girl was too naive to be played with by him. The rough wrapping paper. He was stunned as soon as he noticed the appearance of a glowing butterfly strewn through the air. Beautiful, beating the grating.

What kind of brief? I don't know why something warm was filling the bottom of his heart. De ja vu's.

You must be surprised, right? Someone picked up this trick on my 18th birthday. He said it's just an optical illusion, yeah, genius but shit, hell. But now he's gone, too bad, huh? The rancid gave the hair color still left a little. So suggest you wear it. See you later in the afternoon.

Anastasia Kanra.

Hh, look at him now! Even by talking about someone who has nothing to do with it at all. Atlaraka got up, trying to ignore it once more. But why does this feel a little painful?

Wh why?

As soon as he first saw her, his eyes seemed to devote all his attention to her. Just looking at him, as if no one was noticed more than the guy with the ash.

Fucking weird.

"He knows I'm an abnormal human being, you're crazy, Raka! Don't think about that girl!"

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I made sure I looked again. Shit, I want to look like the girl who's going on a date . There was no time to pick up clothes at home, I asked Zoel to send me clothes and lunch.

"You're going on a date or.. Filtering your client, anyway?"

Ha's? Shit, watch out later! It felt like my hands were itching a little to hit Zoel's big mouth. "Whisper!"

"By the way you don't mind, do you? I mean, you're not an acrophobia sufferer?" The guy gulped down a rough gulp, "just don't get desperate to ride a roller coaster, know for yourself my girlfriend still hasn't mengingt anything, if you faint would be dangerous!"

"Whatever, ah," I snorted unfriendlyly.

"Come on, don't put on such a fierce look" Zoel giggled with satisfaction, "go.., I don't know why I feel you're going to get lucky later,"

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"Patner therapist you wait"

Atlaraka sighed slowly. From this moment on he devised a tactic. Pretending to be friendly, kill him, then run away. Unostentatious.

He's acting a little submissive. Pour reddish hair dye and flatten it by hand. Just need a little bit of talk. Although the rest of the socialization sounds nauseating.

The iris of his ashes shimmered as soon as the iron bars opened. The tiles felt cold, the soles of leather shoes were given free of charge to him. Steps squeaking.

Walking minimum.

Kanra was there, waiting for him with a bright smile. The girl was wearing a bright flora motif dress. Amazingly, a girl who daily uses a dark black hoodie with high bound hair comes up to him with a different look.

"Less flat, nih," the girl's hand ruffled her hair without excuse. Close-up. Atlaraka realized the distance between the two of them. His heart is beating faster.

Pretend good. The guy was trying to carve a smile. "Oi oi, don't touch me at will,"

Foaming.

"Oh, sorry," the girl pulled her hand quickly cursing herself. Without manipulation...

Kanra had known him for a long time.

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I'm aligning awkward steps. This guy, however, his presence always attracts attention. There was a different sensation once he responded more.

Hff, stop..

I looked at the towering ring. Dusk sky became the chosen option to observe the panorama through the best side. The lights are flashing, glowing over crowded stands.

"Would you try to eat something?" I glanced at the guy. I don't know why today he looks a little bit weird. Ah, am I overreacting? Sia, behave like a stranger, Kanra. "I mean-"

"Why? Do I look like someone who wants to ignore your advice?" He laughed bitterly. It seems like the usual Atlaraka. The old atlaraka."Oi oi, princess, you know even more about the outside world than I do,"

Princess said?

"Then what do you want? Lots of food stands on the other end,"

Is it possible, the data is just fake data to trick you? He's bitching me?

Atlaraka carves a sloping grin. "In addition to instant noodles possible,"

A moment of sweet soy sauce in saliva. I gulped down this rough sweet taste why..

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Idiotically. The reddish-haired guy played the rough end of his hair. Too easily. Just need to stab him in the back then it's all over. Atlaraka inserts a small weapon in his pocket.

Rather doubtful. He is blind to the past. I understand nothing and am naive. Isn't it too risky? To finish off his own therapist partner. Why did his heart keep its own emptiness once the girl disappeared.

"long waiting? Hh, I'm sorry, the queue is unusually long," with Kanra's feathering covering her ears and gulping down rough saliva. "It's noisy,"

'Damn, it feels disgusting!'

His mind. Unreadable. "Synesthetes, hmm?"

The stare, leaving Kanra a little stunned, grabbing the ice cream and swallowing it fast to the point of choking. "Ukh, not stupid!"

Unknowingly the grin is re-engraved. "Eye blinking too fast; irregular, restless hand gestures and you avoid eye contact. Lying right?"

"I'm not lying, really!" Eyeballs as pitch-black rose looking at him with a defiant look. "Basic absud!"

Warm. These niceties.why it becomes something interesting for it to be passed on.

The girl seemed to have her own way of repelling every child. A clever game.

What an interesting girl.

His thick ash eyes were stuck there, colliding with a dark black eyeball that looked at him filled with anger. Anastasia Kanra.

"Do you know me in the past?" Spoken too.

Kanra dropped her gaze and gulped roughly. "No,"

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Like being electrocuted. He asked me a strange question. I'm sorry, but it's for your own sake Atlaraka. For the sake of your normal life as you once wanted.

I looked at his shoulder. I just want to see you stand up straight, just step forward and live happily. There's no other reason.

"What's that?" He turned around to realize my steps were no longer in rhythm with him.

"Do you want to try to get there?" And again, unconsciously my hand grasped the skeleton of his arm. Without a data chip, maybe a piece of iron can't feel anything. Numbness. Like him today, but to me a warmth of its own once again touched his hard arm, pulling it like a racket handle.

Still Atlaraka.

At least this figure is still him.

"Oh, the balloon flight of hope huh?" Realizing the vast land filled with hordes of humans, I began to understand now. In his childhood, Jae took me to this place. Write down all expectations and tie them together with the balloons that will be flown. But it's all just a myth.

"Would you like to try?" Know that guy with an ash pupil pulled me without a cue. Dozens of white balloons bound to air. Atlaraka pulled him a pair. "It's a trick, huh?"

He grinned, pulled a pen and wrote on a plain little lantern. There's no writing. Blank. "Would you try, princess?"

"Are you crazy?" Either my eyes are troubled or what, but the paper is clearly blank? " It's just an empty talk, your hope won't come true by flying a balloon,"

"What's wrong with following nonsense, after all just this once, right?" Atlaraka pulled my hand and forced her to hold the pen. "Don't be half-and-half, just write down your hope, and the ink is invisible, anyway,"

Yeah, then I want to, uh,

Really want..

My fingers moved with tears spilling. I knew it was a joke, impossible to write down all my hopes. Lies. Even my past expectations have become futile. Jae is not as happy as I want. No. gabe.

"The last trick," Atlaraka tied his lantern with a balloon. The spark was on; flying through the air in the thick of the night the lantern was luminous.

Writings visible.

Damn, it looks so clear. And I'm sure the guy next to me saw it. Her faded pupils dilated.

I like you who grin, I like your contrasting white hair and I like you who remember me.

Pyars!

The ball broke. Heavy rain falls in the air. Shining like a shooting star. Missing.

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Atlaraka gulps down a rough spit. Impossible, it must be a hallucination. Kanra's figure suddenly disappeared afterwards. The guy ran around the booths full of human frenzy. Why is he so blind? And what the fuck was that? The girl played him, he lost.

Butwhy?

There is only one way to force the conversation.

One way to break everything.

Tbc.