In Which They Go Out and Have Fun

By directing her gaze once more toward the ceiling, Lisa attempted to halt the flow of tears that were running down her face.

However, it was impossible for her to stop crying, and she had tears coming out of her eyes the entire time. While she was doing so, Lisa gave herself a hug and rocked back and forth in her seat. She wept uncontrollably as she squeezed her lips together and proclaimed, "I do not wish to feel this way." Despite the fact that Lisa was completely aware of the fact that she was not permitted to experience those feelings, she discovered that she did in fact experience them nevertheless.

When Lisa found herself isolated from the rest of her family in the grocery store, she clutched to herself as a concerned mother might cling to her child.

Her chest was becoming increasingly constricted, and she noticed that her eyes were beginning to burn. Lisa didn't like sobbing. Even after enduring a heartbreaking separation, she would do whatever in her ability to keep the tears from escaping her eyes.

Lisa eventually dropped her head down to rest on her knees as she bawled her eyes out. She thought of the numb hands she constantly held, wondering how she could possibly warm them up and wishing that she could. She carried out these actions with her eyes closed.

She makes it a point to attend the birthday parties of everyone she knows and loves, but the people she does so nearly never stick around afterwards.

Everyone believed that she was being very silly in her behavior. They stated that it was not meant for anyone in particular, but they did not specify who. They argued that it was not true that a person was intended for another person, especially not for them. In specifically, they cited this as an example. They were the ones that were supposed to belong to another person.

In spite of this, she never took their word for anything. She did not give in to the pressure. Always had been, and as a component of that mission, she continued to look for happiness; yet, the more she looked, the less of it she discovered as she continued her search.

"No. She talked with her shoulders back and her head held high, and she determined that she would not cry. I am not going to let that one moron with a stone for a head bring me down.

She wiped her eyes numerous times with her cold hands till there was no trace of sobbing left on her face at all. She was really upset.

Before starting, she gave herself a reassuring smile, took a few deep breaths, and then continued.

"I'll show that thick skull who it was that he insulted, and yeah, I'll make him very much regret it," she said. "I'll show that thick skull which it was that he offended." "I'll show that thick skull who or what he has disrespected," the speaker said. And…" Before proceeding, she paused for a moment and took a few deep breaths. "I'm going to get off at the next station," she said. Regardless of whether or not I am successful in acquiring the dragon scale, it will not affect me in any way. I'm not taking anyone's shit anymore. It makes no difference to me whether he chews it slowly or tries to shove it down his throat.

She took a stand and declared, "And I'm not going to wait till tomorrow to speak up for myself." I'm not his servant."

Lisa quickly made her way out of the room, up the corridor, and to John's door after leaving the door to the room. Outside the entrance, there was a violin that had been damaged by a puncture and was lying there.

A nasty cut was made through the middle of the torso, beginning at the neck and working its way down.

After getting on her knees, she observed that there was blood on the shattered violin.

It was broken to the point where the splinters were pulverized in the grinding process. Her attention was immediately pulled to the doorway, and after fixing it there for a few moments, she became aware of a feeling welling up within of her.

She had second thoughts about confronting him, and as a result, she chose not to walk inside the building. She inspected the blood, and when she touched it with her finger, she discovered that it was really fresh even though it had been sitting there for some time.

"The blood of John," as they say. She mumbled the words "he's hurt" as she did so "without raising her voice, thereby expressing the sincerity of her worry. Almost immediately, Lisa developed horrible feelings for him.

In light of everything that he had done to me, she discovered that a part of her was thinking, "He deserves to be."