I didn't do it. She did. I didn't do it. They did.
They destroyed our refuge.They destroyed our short-lived habitat.
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After a month's absence, Jassmine returned to the orphanage.
A pirate's blindfold hid the result of my crime.
Selfish Barbie goes blind.

In the presence of Taylor and myself, she was questioned about the culprit behind the gash in her eye. Jassmine began to cry and said nothing.
She hadn't spoken a word since her return.
So the case of the dead eye was over, and Jassmine resumed her place among us in the dormitory.

The orphanage became increasingly empty. On average, three children were adopted every day, even if the families
didn't match them.
The staff was also becoming scarce. They were all leaving us.
But it's not all my fault... I'm sure it was Jassmine's spoiled character who took over and destroyed our orphanage.

As for Kyou, she stopped talking, felt immobile, and would have a crisis in the middle of the night.
She would bite her hand violently every time tears ran down her face.
Taylor must pay for what he did to her, attacking a lovely girl in the middle of an orphanage, proving his weak and cowardly behaviour by accepting the orders of his 'teacher'.

... Kyou, I felt that she didn't want to live anymore. I only did what my instinct told me to do to make her happier. Her joy can not be found on earth. The words she repeated to me also prove it.
Her sentences prove that she needs my help.

It's already 8:30 pm, the new bedtime.The rest of the orphans took their places in their beds.
My three roommates quickly fell asleep.
Two volunteers passed by our dormitory door.
"AAaaah damn it, I've had enough of this medicine,"exclaimed the woman in charge of manual activities.

"Do you still have heart problems? Lol, girl, your life is super fragile."Spontaneously said the volunteer who accompanied her.

"Yaaa...Come here so I can make you eat those pills. One bite of this stuff can make you suffocate until you lose your life. Jugooo!" she tried to push the box into her friends mouth.

"EEEh, do you really want to make your friend lose her life? Throw away your package of pills if you don't want to."

Following her friend's words, the director of manual activities threw her package of pills like a basketball into the garbage can in the hallway.
"Imagine if a child found this," the volunteer said.

"Good think for us, gurl. It means one more orphan left. Anyway, you're paying for dinner tonight."

The further they walked, the less audible their voices became.
But their conversation still echoed in my mind.
This night again, Revenge was acting on the movements of my body. Before I knew it, I was crouched on the ground in front of a trash looking for a bottle of pills.

The thought that crossed my mind at that moment made me shiver with satisfaction. The desire to achieve what my husband found most attractive in me filled my heart with peace.
Back at the dormitory, I approached Kyou's bed.
A neutral expression was drawn on her sleeping face.
Sleep lovely, fragile little flower.
Who's stopping you from closing your remaining petals once and for all without having to expose them to the morning sun again?
You've always dreamed of eternal sleep. Tell yourself that thanks to Revenge's ally, your wish has come true.

I crushed my pillow against the petals of the sensitive little poppy.
You don't need air to know joy, pretty sleeping flower.
You only need help, the assistance of someone who understands you.
Minutes passed, and then I removed my pillow.

The little poppy closed those petals forever.