[Comprehensive] Girlfriend's original wish

I seem to have had a long, long dream, and the scenes in the dream are constantly changing.

"I always wear anklets when playing tennis, so it's not convenient at all to run around."

In the familiar court, Shiraishi gently lowered the racket, pointed at the chain on my foot, and made a helpless sound.

"Because there is a sound when I walk, so you can spot me in the first place~ Isn't it very smart?"

who is it?

Am I answering him?

The following scenes kept flashing and flashed before my eyes at an extremely fast speed. There were passages in Namba Park, corridors in schools, and red maple leaves in Expo Park. Tokyo that has grown up, or the architecture of Osaka Castle with a strong color that Kyoto does not have.

"Mizuki, I like you, how about being with me?"

"A Zang, you are an idiot, where is someone confessing in Disneyland, isn't it doomed that we will be separated?"

These conversations are almost as if they were meant to be.

The scene in front of me finally merged into a pale hospital corridor, empty and lonely, only the conversations of the nurses at the end of the corridor could be heard.

"I have never seen such a beautiful patient, and her boyfriend is also very handsome. What a pity... I won't live long."

"I'm still so young, if I give up like this, even I will feel unwilling."

"That's right, he still looks alive and kicking like that every day, and it doesn't look like he's someone who can't even survive this summer."

Who are they talking about?

I ran in the corridor in a panic, and the doors of one after another wards around me were closed tightly. There may be many dying patients lying in them, but I can't care about these anymore. I walked along the corridor that seemed to never end. Running, finally saw Kuranosuke Shiraishi sitting on the bench in front of the ward.

He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt to his elbows, exposing his wrists, which were a little thinner than those of ordinary boys.

Sunny facial features and a warm smile are the best match, but at this moment, her lips are tightly pressed, and the side face looks very serious. This feeling...

I looked at the man lying on the hospital bed.

Pale skin, slender wrists, and heavy shadows under her eyes, although her appearance is still beautiful, most of her life has been taken away by illness, and even breathing sounds like a weak gasp with.

such an ugly person...

Is this me?

No, this is a patient who can only survive with the help of equipment and medicine.

My heart seemed to stop.

Shiraishi cleaned up his smile outside the house, pushed open the door of the ward, slightly raised the volume, and smiled, "Mizuki~"

As good at disguising as him is the 'I' who got up from the hospital bed immediately.

I could see the sweat rolling down 'my' jaw all the way to my neck, and finally disappeared completely at the neckline of the wide hospital gown.Although even opening my mouth to speak will make the heart beat faster, "I" waved at Shiraishi happily, "Xiao Zang~ Why did you come here from Osaka to see me?"

"Because I'm worried that Mizuki will run around if she doesn't receive treatment."

Baishi's slender and sharp knuckles landed on the forehead of 'me', where the bangs were already wet with sweat, clinging to the forehead awkwardly, his eyes dimmed a lot, but his voice was obviously soft, "By the way By the way, Qian also won No.1 in the hospital's funny competition yesterday, let me imitate it for you to see."

After finishing speaking, Shiraishi skillfully raised his finger in front of his eyes, and made an exaggerated and funny gesture that was completely inconsistent with his appearance at the moment. 'I' also laughed quickly, but the laughter failed No matter how long it lasted, the panting and coughing from the distance replaced it, and the lungs like a dilapidated bellows kept trembling.

I looked at Baishi and suddenly felt very unbearable.

Why do you have to pretend stubbornly, pretending that you don't know that she is going to die at all.

Simply tell her that you are going to die soon, won't it make her go more at ease?

Everything in front of me began to become blurred, and after dozens of seconds, I opened my eyes.

white.

It's like the intensive care unit in the hotel's presidential suite, even the ceiling is white.

There was also an unpleasant smell of disinfectant floating in the air.

I turned my head with difficulty, and the back of my right hand was receiving an intravenous injection. The transparent medicine was delivered through the catheter and flowed along the blood to all parts of the body. The medicine that was originally used for treatment had no effect on me, so I immediately pulled out the needle down.

I took off my glasses from the bedside table and put them back on. My vision was clear again, my whole body was sore and stiff, and my head was extremely heavy.

Shiraishi's handsome face suddenly magnified in front of my eyes, although it was flawless, but the distance was too close, I couldn't help being startled.

"Are you awake?" He raised his right hand and waved it in front of me, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Wow, I was quite distressed just now, you suddenly passed out, so I rushed you to the hospital coming."

The expression on his face was calm, with a faint smile rippling from the corner of his mouth. Only I knew best that whenever he wanted to comfort others, he would show such a smile subconsciously.

"I'm... all right."

I looked straight into his eyes and said seriously, "Thank you, I'm losing weight recently, so I'm a bit malnourished."

I also don't want the people around me to worry about me anymore, so I can only make myself look like there is nothing wrong with me. Shiraishi's eyes fell on the sweater I was still wearing. The wide sleeves went all the way to the fingers and below the wrist. They were all firmly hidden.

Wearing a heavy sweater in this weather is really strange, I shrank my hands behind my back, and before I tried to explain to Shiraishi, there was a clear light in his eyes, "I see, you are worried about getting sunburned. No, that's why you wrap yourself up tightly, girls really care about their skin color, eh."

You must have seen the spreading wounds on your arm, but you still have to explain it to me in such a clumsy tone.

"Are you kidding me?"

Shiraishi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Why, because I usually like to put on my coat during training..."

He put on a calm tone, and his coffee-colored eyes became a little sharp because of his sudden seriousness, "Otherwise, he will definitely be as tanned as Li Haida's Sanada-kun."

I looked at the raised eyebrows he deliberately imitated, and suddenly laughed out loud.

It has always been like this, Shiraishi treats me...

During the time when I was being amused by him, I would never think about the word that is actually very close and urgent to me, death.

I'm Mizuki Nagase.

Before becoming a first-year student at Bingsheng Middle School...

No, it should have been a long, long time ago. I was not an international student who transferred from Italy to Japan, and I was not Mr. Nagase who published works in science fiction magazines all the year round, nor was I a guy who often regarded himself as a man.

Born in Saitama Prefecture, I lived in Tokyo and Osaka successively because of my parents’ job changes. I inherited my father’s athletic ability as the deputy director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Whether it’s tennis, baseball, or even volleyball, I can do it with ease. No matter which school I go to, my first choice will always be the sports club, and I can quickly become a main member of this club.

As for the appearance, it probably comes from my mother who died young. She was a gentle and kind actress, but because of a serious illness, she left me and my father a few years after I was born.

I lost my mother since I was a child, and I have to face the busyness of my father not coming home. I subconsciously attributed all the reasons for my mother's death to my overly masculine father, and even the boys around me who always pursued me Look down on.

What I can be sure of is that it is by no means love at first sight for Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

After graduating from junior high school, I entered Shitenbaoji Middle School in high school. I didn't like the atmosphere of the school very much. Even when I met Kuranosuke Shiraishi, I felt that even if I was handsome, I couldn't be so exaggerated. I followed those from the tennis club in the corridor every day The guy is so noisy, it's annoying.

All in all, nasty.

I hate his face with a bright smile, and I also hate his good-natured personality that remains indifferent no matter how I target him.

So, when did you start to fall in love with him?

I tried hard to remember.

Probably because I lost the national competition, and other people in the tennis club were also implicated by me. In the end, I lost the championship trophy. I avoided everyone and sneaked to the school’s rooftop, crying I have no scruples, and what I have been getting through intensive training all the time is the result of failure. I can no longer use other excuses to comfort myself. The strong sense of guilt makes me unable to face the seniors who have expectations of me in the club. There are juniors who look up to me.

There was the sound of footsteps on the roof, and then the heavy iron door was pushed open. I heard someone lighten their steps, and quietly walked over and sat beside me.

"Don't cry."

The man suppressed his smile, but his voice was rustling like falling snow, which made people feel very comfortable.

I ignored him, just sobbing to myself, and then, the bandaged fingers appeared in front of my eyes.

"look at this."

He made the funny pose that the principal made a few days ago imitating the cicada, and he got a little closer to me, with his hands above his head in a funny pose, but his eyes were fixed on me without blinking.

"Stupid." I was amused by his stupid appearance, "Don't you think it's a waste of your face to do this?"

"Then if you cry here, it's a waste of your face~"

Shiraishi burst into a smile, which was thinner and more radiant than the distant sunset, which was pleasing to the eye, "How about learning to feel the fun of being funny like other students?"

"Do you think you know me well yourself?"

"I don't know, but if possible, I want to get to know you." He sat down on the other end of the bench, "I'm Kuranosuke Shiraishi from the class next door, and I'm also from the men's tennis team next door to your women's tennis team. minister."

"This kind of thing that everyone knows needs to be introduced again, you are so boring."

"However, this kind of silly joke doesn't make Mizuki-san no longer sad, um—Ecstasy~"

His strange catchphrase and subconscious movements like playing with the raised ends of hair made me curl up with a smile, and the shadow of failure seemed to gradually disappear because of his appearance.

Shiraishi's attitude towards girls is a bit strange, he doesn't seem to be very good at dealing with those who approach him actively, but through observation, I found that he is a young man who is hard not to be attracted to.

In the tennis department, apart from his amazing talent, what is even more admirable is his seriousness and concentration beyond ordinary people, not to mention his sense of responsibility as a captain that is completely inconsistent with his appearance, and how he treats everyone tenderness and care.

Obviously he doesn't look like a funny person, but he will always try his best to do his best in school competitions and make the atmosphere as good as possible.

He is such a gentle and interesting person. After getting in touch with him, I found out that I was deeply attracted by this person.

The confession was during the holidays when I was about to enter university in April. Shiraishi took me to the botanical garden in Osaka, and suddenly announced frankly and seriously, "Well, actually, I like you very much, Mitsuki-san, and I will go to Tokyo to study together How about it?"

I thought that Baishi, who was facing me at that time, must not know how stupid he looked. I saw his faintly red earlobes at a glance, and simply turned around and joked to him, "Xiao Zang, this joke is not funny at all."

"I'm not kidding you this time."

"Then you have to answer a question for me?"

"Ok?"

"Have you ever liked me since before?"

"Did you see it?" He almost blurted out, his slender knuckles stroking his cheeks uneasily, finally he came over, interrupted me quietly, and spoke to me in a soft but firm voice: " I like you, Mizuki, if you don't want to associate with me, how about giving me a chance to pursue you?"

My cheeks were a little hot, I deliberately avoided his focused gaze, and shook my head.

"no?"

Bai Shi's voice turned sharply, and he was a little bit wronged, "Did I make you angry?"

"No need." I adjusted my expression, but when I saw Baishi's puffy face, I couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Because... I want to be with you."

When I graduated from high school, I had a boyfriend named Kuranosuke Shiraishi.

I want to start a new life, build a happy family, and give birth to a loved child.

Then, I was severely betrayed by reality.

A few years later, I, who was already an intern at a TV station, suddenly fainted one day. I didn’t take it seriously. I just explained it as the result of being too tired recently, but my body was against me, and problems happened one after another. , My healthy body was like a disassembled machine, and an accident happened in the slow operation. After falling down the stairs again, I was sent to the hospital.

A person holding a medical book in a daze and hesitation, I understood the truth of my mother's death.

The current medical technology is still unable to treat the disease. At first, the limbs are stiff and out of control for a short time, and then it is impossible to live independently. As the disease worsens, the mind will become blurred. and people who take care of themselves.

This is a predictable but unavoidable condition that is likely to be passed on to children.

How to do it.In case I really die suddenly, how should I tell Shiraishi?

Suddenly, in the darkness, I was seized by terror and wept.

Anyway, I don't want to die.

Especially, I don't want to hurt my child and Baishi's.

Thinking of this, my tears are even more difficult to stop.

God please don't take my life, don't take my child's life.

The little girl who was just born was named "Sakura" by Shiraishi. It is a very common and common name, but it contains infinite hope. Shiraishi often said that her mother's name is "Mizuki", which is a gentle and beautiful moon. , the girl's name is the bright and warm cherry blossoms. As a father, he will always protect the moon and cherry blossoms.

I tried to hide my symptoms as much as possible, but from time to time, there would be bleeding from the nasal cavity, sudden dislocation of the ankle, and the pain in the body became more and more obvious day by day. It was probably late at night after working overtime one day. I leaned my back against the wall and closed my eyes. The man in black clothes appeared in front of my mind.

--you will die.

The other party said to me affirmatively, and chuckled a few times in the quiet and silent night, "But if you play a game with me, I will let you go, how about it?"

I was stunned.

The game he said is to let me go back to being 16 years old and use my appearance to get the love of others. To be precise, I have to rely on the love of these people who have nothing to do with me to continue living.

I was frightened by the absurd facts in his mouth, and wanted to escape in a panic, but he kept grabbing my hand, smiling narrowly and full of the deepest malice, and he just waved his hand, and let me see my death. after the scene.

"Father, Takuya always bullies me, and even took away my toothpaste today."

The ponytailed Sakura caught Shiraishi who was working on the laptop, and I saw the wedding ring on his finger, but I was probably dead beside me.

"Why don't you buy new ones? Sakura, be good. Takuya's parents are always on business trips. He is lonely and likes to use these things to attract your attention." Shiraishi stroked his daughter's hair in relief. .

Sakura quickly sobbed, "I don't have a mother either, where did my mother go?"

"Mom just went on a trip, and she will be back soon, back to me and Sakura." Shiraishi took Sakura's hand, hooked her little finger, and stuck it to his thumb, "La hook, liar It will become a pig nose~”

Shiraishi...

I looked at him who was smiling triumphantly and wrinkling his nose.

I looked at my hands, there were several blue blood vessels under the pale skin, these blood flowing continuously in my body proved that I was still alive.

If I don't do something...

Even relying on drugs to delay the development of the disease...

I want to be with Shiraishi.

So, I agreed to him, and as that absurd raider, I entered the world he said.

In the ward at this moment, Baishi was standing beside my hospital bed, and after learning that I was fine, he immediately distanced the distance between us.

It is completely different from him who has become a doctor a few years later. At this moment, Shiraishi still feels embarrassed for girls. He has been staring at the ceiling, as if there are more interesting things there, and he would rather look up at it They don't want to look at me.

us--

At this moment, Baishi and I are just strangers who haven't even spoken a few words.

I know his character well, he doesn't like girls who are too active, and he won't develop too much affection for me just because of simply sending me to the hospital.

In this world, Kuranosuke Shiraishi is still the serious minister——

To him, I am no longer Mizuki Nagase from the next class.

It was just a strange Nagase Mizuki who was kindly sent to the hospital by him.

The silence in the ward made Baishi a little restless, he let out a deep breath, his eyelashes moved rapidly, and finally he looked at me, "I should go back, I met your friend when I sent you here just now, Atobe-kun of the Ice Emperor."

"it is good."

My answer seemed to be blocked by something, and even my eyes began to become sour.

Just as Shiraishi's hand was about to be unscrewed, I propped myself up and looked at him, "I'm Nagase Mizuki from Nagase Middle School, and the junior high school is also the head of the tennis club." At that time, I also sat up from the bed and stretched out my hand to him.

This is what he once said to me.

Baishi's beautiful brown eyes stared at me blankly, and then seemed to look at the distant place behind me. He quickly concealed his gaffe and held my hand.

His fingers trembled involuntarily, and he blinked, "Kuranosuke Shiraishi from Shitenbaoji Middle School."

The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help being drawn to both sides because of his relaxed voice. Although I know that my complexion may still be bad at the moment, I guarantee that there will never be a day when I look better than I am now.

Shiraishi left.

Even before he left, he still told me to get well soon with a calm expression and voice, but his eyes were only polite, it was not the tenderness that he would unconsciously bloom when he looked at me.

I raised my head, desperately trying to open my eyes to the maximum, the soreness in the eye sockets and the physiological astringency in the nasal cavity made me at a loss what to do.

There will never be that person who will comfort me with gentle jokes.

The door opened, and Atobe walked in with Kabuki who had been following him.

"Does it hurt so much?" Atobe raised his eyebrows. Although his tone was full of impatience, he still came over and pressed my forehead. I wiped my eyes indiscriminately. Atobe took the handkerchief from Huachi and carefully Wipe away the tears from my eyes.

A lot of words swirled in my mind. I was never a guy who liked to trouble others with my own affairs, so I quickly adjusted my emotions and shook my head, "It doesn't hurt."

Atobe had already let Huachi leave, he took out the apple on the table next to him, and soon the peel kept falling in his slender fingers and the shiny silver knife, but Atobe's technique was obviously very unfamiliar, the apple was fisted from the beginning The size is about the size of an egg that he has almost peeled.

I was looking at him, but he didn't look at me, he was just concentrating on doing something that didn't fit his identity at all.

Suddenly, a premonition rose from the bottom of my heart. I looked at Atobe and asked, "Did we know each other before?"

Atobe seemed to be very sneering at my question, and his already perfect profile was a little impatient, "Is it possible for me to suspect that you broke your head?"

"I'm talking about... that kind of relationship."

He shrugged and didn't even bother to look at me: "Ah? What's the matter?"

I hesitated for a while, "For example, have I dated you before?"

Atobe smiled, I was quite frightened by his dangerous smile that seemed to explode at the slightest, Atobe gave up Lingchi's apple core, I thought he was going to stab it with the knife, but he put the knife down, Kuai propped up his chin, "Why do you think this uncle will like you?"

I was even more stunned, "If you don't like me, why do you treat me so well?"

"My uncle, heck, he treats everyone equally. Even if Huadi becomes a girl today, I will do my best to take care of him."

"In other words - you are not as important as you think, you know?" Atobe strode over, stroked my head pityingly, and wiped the apple juice on my face by the way , "Because my uncle is a very generous person."

"Bastard, stay away from me, it's so sticky and disgusting." I patted his hand, pulled out the tissue on the table, raised my chin unexpectedly, sighed, and wiped it gently and meticulously for me. cheek.

In order to prevent me from moving around, he stretched his other hand behind my head and held it down. This distance is enough for me to capture every inch of his eyes.

The dark gray eyes are slightly fascinated, and there seems to be a different kind of gentle light shining in the depths of the pupils, which is not at all the same as the usual sharp gaze. Be polite, as if afraid of my pain.

"Mizuki, what type of man do you like?"

"Me? I like gentler..."

"Like my uncle?"

"How come? You don't look very gentle... But, you can barely be considered very gentle now."

Atobe's movements stopped because of my words, as if he had touched something, he raised his head, "If you meet someone who is gentler than me, go and hold on to him, do you hear me? No one will blame you of."

I was suddenly surrounded by an inexplicable sense of guilt.

Why do you feel guilty?

I shook my head, not quite understanding my mood at the moment, I had no choice but to wait for me to digest, and I opened my mouth.

"I will accompany my uncle to a place later."

"where?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just follow along."

The luxurious crystal chandelier hangs down from the empty ceiling, and the reflected light is also completely restored on the mirror-like smooth marble floor. Atobe took me to a party that looked very formal , In this huge and luxurious banquet hall, the waiters are wearing rigid and neat uniforms, with polite professional smiles, and attentive service.

At a glance, standing in the middle and boys and girls of about the same age were talking and laughing happily, it was Atobu who was quite aggressive from his facial features to his attire.

So, what exactly was he going to bring me here for?

I subconsciously pushed the glasses on the bridge of my nose, sitting in the corner of the banquet, I still don't know what Atobe's real thoughts are.

People in expensive dresses are walking back and forth, and it is estimated that no one will associate Atobe who is shining at this moment with me.

"May I ask you to dance, lady."

A hand was handed in front of me, I followed the well-maintained fingers, and looked up carefully. The young man in a three-piece dark blue suit noticed my gaze, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, evoking an impeccable look. The arc of charm.

If I ignore the coolness in his pupils and the pair of silver-rimmed glasses, I will subconsciously think that this is a handsome young man.

"Ah, Mirror Night Lord."

I quickly stood up, and the boy in front of me was a student from the noble school Yinglan High School that I met while working in a nearby flower shop in middle school. As a male, he is slender and tall with fair skin, and it is easy to give people the illusion of being weak, but This person is known as the Demon King in the school club, and he is an absolutely terrifying existence.

Feng Jingye's family is almost equal to that of Atobe Keigo, and this party is obviously a carnival of their rich people, so I wouldn't be too surprised if he appeared here.

"Well, actually I—"

I met his gaze and wanted to explain that I was actually a girl, but Feng Jingye only glanced over and glanced at me, "Mizuki Nagase, long time no see. What are you doing recently? Looks like he's busy."

His tone was calm, without anger, I grabbed the hem of the skirt silently, "Well, something happened, even if I explain it to you, you won't believe it."

"Oh?" His tone was a little curious, "You haven't said it yet, it's kind of interesting to be so sure that I won't believe it." Feng Jingye unbuttoned his suit jacket with an indiscernible and elegant gesture Sitting next to me, "Recently, I haven't had a good chat with you, what do you think of the new environment?"

new environment?

Maybe he was referring to the fact that I transferred to Bingsheng Middle School.

Rich people are usually supernatural and can easily find who they want by any means.

"It's okay, it's smoother than expected. The classmates are enthusiastic and cheerful people, and they get along well."

"Really." Feng Jingye said indifferently, without saying anything else, he paused for a few seconds, then changed the subject, "I do have a question, I've always wanted to ask you."

"Ask, ask me?" I was very uncomfortable. When it comes to academic performance, he who received an elite education since childhood is tens of millions of times better than me. What questions can I answer for him?

"I've been wanting to ask this question for a long time, so I just took this opportunity to ask." Without any hesitation or pause in thinking, he quickly asked, "There are many people who like you and want to be with you, what should I do? ?”

My eyes froze, and my heart skipped a beat.

Although there was no emotion in his flat tone, this question was something I was going through, so I couldn't help doubting his question.

"I……"

The unspeakable words were still on my lips, he showed a fully understanding smile, and took my hand again, "Although this style looks like someone's exaggerated style, but I can barely watch it. "

I looked down at my attire.

A light white court long-sleeved shirt, a dark blue velvet pleated skirt, and ordinary flat-heeled ballet shoes under my feet. I was dressed in a fairly modest attire, with my glasses and hair tied up. The ponytail seems a bit nondescript.

Jing Ye brought me to the French window on the right side of the banquet. His abnormal enthusiasm shocked me, and the strength of grabbing my arm at this moment made me a little breathless.

"You haven't answered my question yet." He glanced at me and lowered his head again, looking thoughtful.

"I, I probably can't accept the fact that many people like me, I feel that I don't know how to deal with it—"

"Then just pretend not to know?" Jing Ye's long and narrow eyes hide ice-like sharpness, his movements are still reserved and elegant, and this mocking sentence comes out of his mouth, unexpectedly it is like a lover's world Lingering ambiguity.

"It's not, it's just," I explained with my head down, "This kind of feeling that can't be answered... even if you say it, you can't give the answer you want, so it will be beneficial for everyone to pretend that you don't know."

After the voice fell, there was a long silence. Jing Ye held my wrist and took off my glasses.

"King Ye-kun...? What are you going to do?" I tried to tug on his sleeve uneasily, and lost the focus of my sight, which made me a little scared.

"Think about one thing."

"what?"

"It's boring, about you." I heard a different kind of emotion from his low ending voice, "Your attitude towards feelings really makes me hate it."

I could feel him pushing me to the right, and there was only a vague outline in front of my eyes. I became quite uneasy, and when I staggered and almost fell to the ground, someone grabbed me from the side.

"Be careful."

His tone sounded a little anxious, and he was also taller than me. The height difference of nearly ten centimeters made it impossible for me to see who helped me. What was blurred in front of my eyes was only the blond hair that was too eye-catching. Judging is at least a young man with a clear and handsome face, half hidden in the shadows, wearing a wine red three-piece suit.

Maybe a good-looking person.

It's just that the voice is full of anxiety and worry.

A blinding light fell on the two of us, and the host standing right in front of the banquet hall let out a howl of excitement: "The gentleman in the corner and the dance partner beside him—! You have been chosen to be the The leading dance partner at the opening of the banquet, hurry up to the middle of our dance floor!"

"What, what? No one told me to come here to dance, and she is not my dance partner." The young man beside me explained anxiously.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dino."

This voice...is it Atobe?I tried to identify it, but I could only vaguely distinguish it from his shining cufflinks. Atobe probably came up to my side, "The lady next to you will never let you down."

I don't know what I'm thinking at the moment, until the voice in my head reminds me that this person beside me is also the target that I need to attack.

——Strange, the occasion when you met should not be here, and Bingsheng Middle School was the first time you met.

The voice in my head also questioned, and I seemed to be able to see it shaking its head and talking to me.

who is it?

Who changed the course of the game?

There is a vine titled restless in my heart that is growing and spreading crazily.