If you're watching episode 1 and thinking, "Huh? That's strange! Where have I seen this before?"!! This isn't plagiarism. I'm the one who wrote that. Huh? Then you're ★★★? (×) Don't reveal my paternal lineage, which no one knows about (I'm writing this just in case.)
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As I said, this article was posted on the subreddit, but I read it today (my first time reading it..) and it wasn't bad by my standards, so I'm bringing it here. The latter part of the story has been slightly revised. For me!! By my standards!!! It wasn't bad, but I'm nervous because I don't know what you guys think.😳
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The cover is a work by our genius Dalnabi Meme
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01_ Happy Death
"I love you Jane"
Perhaps it was because we knew we shouldn't fall in love? We explored each other's lips even more than usual, and Jane's eyes, reddened and ready to burst into tears, finally began to swell with hot liquid. Then, her throat, as dry as if she'd eaten stale bread without a sip of water, cracked as she answered.
"I love you too...Sherry"
Sherry smiled brightly at Jane's words. All they had to do was escape the fate that had been predetermined from the beginning. They could starve for a week and die tomorrow, but no one would torment them in the name of love anymore. No... that was the way it had to be.
bang-
dump_
Sherry, who had been sharing warmth and love until just a moment ago, suddenly grew cold and bloody.
"Jane Pirest Abi clearly warned you... and it's funny how you were the first to break that warning? What's a man like that to do?"
In the distance, the fog cleared, and the Duke of Firest came walking toward her, snorting, one hand in his pocket, the other clutching a gun. Even as she watched the Duke of Firest stride toward her, Jane didn't let go of Cherie. As if to show her that Cherie was no longer of this world, she held her bleeding body in her arms and bit her lip. She bit so hard that blood pooled on Jane's lips before she realized it. Duke Firest, looking at Jane, knelt on one knee and lifted her chin.
"For that one love, you are tarnishing the honor of our House of Pirest..."
"I'm not... a thief or anything."
"Well then, there's only one way. Jane Pirest, I'll do the last one as you wish. This too was your choice, so don't blame me too much."
Even as Jane aimed her gun at her only daughter, one corner of her mouth curling upward, she closed her eyes, holding Cherie in her arms. Duke Firest, who had quirked an eyebrow at Jane's resigned appearance, as if she were already prepared to die, pulled the trigger without a moment's hesitation.
bang-
It was all for the best. I never imagined a world without Sherry, and I never thought it would. I didn't have the courage to let him go and live. I was happy when I met him, and we shared a love I'll never have again. Although the ending was tragic, if I too were to die like this, I'd be able to meet him and love him in the next life.
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"omg"
"Huh?"
My eyes widened as a squeezing pain gripped my heart. I'd clearly thought I'd been shot, but... my heart tightened, as if to tell me otherwise. You're still alive. I clutched my heart, trying to calm it, but the more I tried, the tighter it became. Jane was struggling to breathe, sweating profusely and panting, a sight that was a mess.
"Keuk huk"
Jane, who was clutching her heart, buried in her eyes, struggling to sit, saw bloodstains in her eyes. Though she could only see bloodstains, Jane knew right away: it was Sherry. She frantically searched, searching, but lying down, there was a limit to how much she could see. Cold sweat dripped down her face, but it was Sherry, no one else. She had to find her, no matter what. As soon as she struggled to her feet, Sherry appeared. She was hanging from a tree on the edge of a precipice, wondering how she had ended up there. Jane's eyes reddened at Sherry's pale face. Sherry couldn't be dead when she was alive. Sherry, who had promised to spend her life with her, couldn't possibly leave her. She collapsed several times, the pain still squeezing her heart, but she couldn't just sit by and watch. It wasn't anyone else, it was Sherry. She had risked her life for her. If I can't save him from that cliff, then any hope of survival, any sense of desperation, will be shattered. Because of me, and no one else.
"Sherry... Are you cold? I'll save you."
In the still silence, no one answered Jane's words. Truthfully, I knew. Cherie was already dead. Even up until the moment she died at the hands of Duke Firest, Cherie never lost her smile by my side. The closer I got to Cherie, the more I felt a different pain. As if I couldn't save Cherie. The pain in my heart continued, but Jane wouldn't let it stop me. "Cherry, I love you... I really love you so much." Cherie's face, which always seemed poised to smile and say she loved me, was pale. As I gazed at Cherie, a clear, transparent liquid washed over Jane's cheek. Seeing Cherie draped over the cliff, I slowly reached out, and the warmth that had once lingered in my grasp gripped Cherie's wrist. Fortunately, it was within arm's reach, so I was able to pull her up more easily than I expected. Jane looked at Cherie, who had been carefully lifted and laid down neatly. Looking at Cherie, I realized how many things I wanted to say... but I couldn't figure out where to start.
"...Sherry"
".....Sherry"
"I love you so much... I love you so much I could die."
Sherry's expression, smiling silently, made me feel a lump in my throat. If I had died right then, I would have just sat there, silently, with my eyes closed.
Tears streaming down her cheeks fell onto Sherry, one or two at a time. Jane, seeing the tears falling on Sherry's beautiful face, quickly wiped them away with her sleeve. Then, a wine-colored stain of blood appeared on Sherry's face. Jane looked at her hands, bewildered by the sight of blood on Sherry's face. Dark red blood was flowing down her face, as if she had been injured while saving Sherry earlier. And a pang of pain rose in her heart, as if to tell her not to forget.
tsk tsk_
Jane, who was looking at Sherry's face, which was stained with her own blood, picked up a sharp branch in the corner. Anxiety overcame her, wondering if she could die from this, but she had to succeed.
"Please let me die this time."
It was Jane's sincerity. Again, Jane smiled brightly, holding back tears streaming down her cheeks. She stabbed her heart with both hands, using all her might. Even as her body lost strength and her vision gradually blurred, the pain persisted, but for some reason, her face brightened. The pain of the stabbing pain was indescribable, but this was the moment Jane was freed from another pain. She felt as if her body was floating. The death she had feared so much when living with Sherry was now more desperate than ever. It was a death that was both fearful and joyful.
Did I say it wasn't bad by my standards? I'll take it back. It's very bad.