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I walked into the classroom and placed my bag down. Then I followed Miu to a more secluded spot, near the stairs leading to the second floor of the school. So people tried to follow us, but I stopped them right away.
Once we were alone, Miu began to speak.
"It's about the story I gave you… Did you read it?"
She was visibly nervous, her voice trembling.
"Yes, I read it," I answered honestly.
Miu's body trembled slightly when she heard my response. After a few seconds of silence, she looked into my eyes with difficulty. Her eyes were filled with tears. "Please…"
"…"
"Please forget what you read." After saying that, she turned to leave. But on impulse, I grabbed her hand.
When I held her hand, Miu shook it, and I let go. "W-What are you doing?" she stamred.
"Ah, sorry."
"I have to go now."
"Miu."
She stopped walking and turned to face .
"et at our usual bench at lunchti. We can talk about it. I'll be waiting for you. But if you don't want to co, that's fine too." Miu listened to my words and then turned away.
Without saying a word, she walked off.
I let out a sigh and scratched my head. Damn, why did I grab her hand?
I went back to the classroom and sat down. I was tired, so I ended up falling asleep. When lunchti arrived, Mirai nudged awake. "It's lunchti. Why don't we eat together?"
"Sorry, Mirai, but I have to et soone else."
"That girl? What was her na again? She's kind of strange."
"Miu isn't strange, she just doesn't know how to express herself very well," I said flatly to Mirai. "She has tastes similar to mine. She's a nice girl." I smiled at Mirai, leaving her speechless.
Then I left the classroom and went to "my bench."
As soon as I sat down, I took out my MacBook to continue writing.
But before that, I opened my email.
When I did, I saw the sa email that woman had shown on that piece of paper. It was an email from Asuna Nakamura. I think her brother's na was Kaito Nakamura. She's praising it a lot.
She said the the is a bit delicate, but she would definitely love to work on a film based on it.
Asuna made it clear that she would do everything she could to convince her superiors to invest in the film—or at least to find a producer willing to do so. The studio couldn't use its own funds for a project like this; they needed an external investor.
There was nothing else in the email.
I guess the script is in good hands. Asuna seems like a woman who's truly passionate about her work… But I wonder how that woman got this email. Does she work at the sa studio as Asuna?
No, she's definitely a journalist.
She must have so contact inside the studio. But it's too much of a coincidence.
I really am unlucky.
Then soone approached the bench. I hadn't even managed to write anything—I had only read an email.
"I thought you wouldn't co." I closed my MacBook and looked at Miu, who was standing in front of .
"Well…"
"Co on, sit down. I want to talk about your story. You don't need to be nervous." I smiled at her, trying to reassure her.
Miu then sat down beside .
"That story… the main character is you, isn't it?" I went straight to the point.
"…"
Miu didn't answer, but she lowered her head, and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
"It's a very well-written story, Miu. You have talent," I told her. "It's been a long ti since a story made feel such strong sympathy for a protagonist."
"Sympathy…"
"Well, I felt sorry for her. The suffering she went through—wasn't it a bit too much? She just had the misfortune of being born into the wrong family. Don't you think the sa?"
"Yes… that's right. She was born into the wrong family," Miu said, tears in her eyes. She was trying hard not to cry.
"As soon as I finished reading, I was sure that the girl in the story was you. I got scared."
"Scared?"
"Yes, scared. Scared that you might do sothing to yourself after giving sothing like that. In the story, the girl ends up…"
"…"
Miu remained silent.
Then I looked at her hand resting on the bench and placed my hand over hers.
As soon as I touched her hand, I said, "Don't think about doing sothing like that, Miu. Don't even consider it. We haven't known each other for long, but I care about you."
"…"
"Well, you might not believe , but I really do care about you." I let out a small laugh. "So don't hurt yourself. I'll support you from now on. That's what a friend is for, right?"
Miu turned to .
"Friend?" she asked. Tears finally stread down her face.
"You're my friend, aren't you? Or did I get it all wrong?"
"Yes, I'm your friend… a friend…" Miu murmured, finally smiling.
We had been friends for a while, but it felt like only in that mont did Miu truly "accept" as her friend.
"How are you feeling now?"
"How do I feel?" Miu looked up. She stared at the sky for a few seconds before answering. "I feel happy. After all, I'm talking with a friend."
"Yeah, that's right. I'm happy too." I squeezed her hand a little tighter.
We both stayed silent for a mont, and then I let go of her hand and cleared my throat.
"And about my story, what did you think?"
"Your story? Oh, that!"
"What did you think?"
"You're more romantic than I expected. I didn't think you'd write sothing like that." Miu gave a big smile.
Her gloomy expression disappeared.
"Yeah, I am pretty romantic. I love romance," I replied honestly, giving her a shy smile.
Miu's cheeks turned slightly pink.
Maybe I'm just imagining things.
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