"I'm sorry for my existence."
Before I knew it, I was saying it way too often.
Everyone else in the village was in green.
But I was always different, being so clumsy and in white.
Deep in the forest is an old tree
I go here, alone, to think.
Hoping and wishing that someone,
Anyone, would be my friend
Helping her up that time was how it started
Soon, we became close
But we are very different
Her and me
Everyone in the village loved Marigold
Despite her self-doubt
Why was she making friends with me?
Was it out of pity, or because she was so much better?
She nervously hugged me,
And said, "You're the nicest person I know."
I couldn't help the tears that fell.
Even if the whole world made fun of me
Or tripped me up as I walked,
If I had even one person to be by my side
I would be okay
We decided to move to the city
And we found work with a coffee seller (A/N: guess who?)
We were in unfamiliar surroundings
But we had each other, so we were all right.
One day, I saw a gentleman in blue.
Their meeting changed everything.
Marten was the prince of the kingdom of blue across the sea and he fell in love with her
He even rejected the proposal of Hannelore, the princess of the neighbouring kingdom.
The countries were wrapped in war,
And the princess gave the order
"Find all those girls in green
And kill them."
Everyone, everyone is gone
Except me, in white
If only I could have taken Marigold's place
Why, why?
"I'm sorry for my existence"
Before I knew it, I was saying it once again.
I moved to an abandoned church
I heard rumors that the princess was killed during the revolution
Helping her up after she fell was how it started.
We too became close
But we are very different,
Her and me
When nobody was around,
I heard her confession.
She was in fact,
The Daughter of Questionable Evil.
Alone that girl stood at the small harbor
I snuck up behind her as carefully as I could
When I didn't trip or fall,
I pointed the knife at her back
And swung up
I have something to apologise for, Marigold.
I couldn't avenge your death.
Looking at her, I saw a really lonely person—
Just like the one I used to be.
Hanners, the girl who couldn't do anything without making sure it was perfect,
Made some good coffee and muffins yesterday.
She really is improving.
But wait… at that time, by the sea, I saw an illusion.
I wonder who he was?
A/N: Yes, I do indeed know that Cosette and Marigold aren't super close, Marigold doesn't work in Coffee of Doom, etc. Cosette is indeed clumsy though. She says so herself.