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Hearing Amu's words, Eto seemed stunned for a moment.

But in fact, it was not because of this proposal that she hesitated or wavered, but for some other special reason.

"Eto, you can sell and write a good story, and the salary will definitely be higher than your current company, I promise you. Your father's borrowing ...... You haven't paid it off yet, have you? ”

It was really only for a moment, and Eto's expression became extremely gloomy, but when she turned around, she regained her "kind" smile again.

"Really, President, you promised me not to mention it."

"Ahh That's right, sorry, sorry. ”

Hearing the change in her name, Amu knew that he had messed up again. But in fact, he really values Jiang Teng, a beauty with unlimited potential, otherwise he wouldn't have asked her again and again knowing that he would hit the iron plate.

But because of these writers working so hard to write stories, the company's turnover can flourish, and taking this opportunity to move to a more beautiful office, Eto can also ...... Isn't it easy to sell your work with us? ”

"You've said before that you want to be a writer who can live whatever you want......"

Even though he was here to persuade as always, Eto never stopped putting on his coat again, and according to the usual practice, his persuasion was almost over, and she was almost dressed and could leave.

"Anyway. Think about it. ”

As expected, he ended the persuasion.

It's just that. She seemed to realize that she hadn't listened to those words at all. Amu returned to the front of his desk with some trepidation.

On the computer screen on the desk are electronic transcripts of the works that have been deposited for sale here.

Seeing that these things, which have gathered the efforts of countless people, are put on the shelves like this and sold at such a low price, even if he has always been in this industry, he feels a little worthless.

"Our company ......"

It's like talking to yourself.

"From now on, I will try my best to recruit some excellent writers like you Eto, and comprehensively improve the level of the story outline......"

His gaze scanned the computer screen, and suddenly his eyes fluttered inadvertently as he skimmed over a document.

"Ah--but, it can't be a commodity. It's time to sort it out. ”

Eto's hand was already on the doorknob.

"Especially this one...... The story of a girl crying by the sea. ”

The strength of her hand suddenly disappeared, and the whole person stood in front of the door in a daze.

"I don't think anyone wants it even if it's sold at a lower price. Already ......"

"There is no hope. Just-"

Looking at the old story outline on the table that had been there for an unknown number of years, he showed an expression of indifference.

"Deleted!"

Even though the surroundings were still dazzlingly white, only a heavy darkness could be seen in her eyes, as if it was about to swallow her up.

“……”

On the electronic screen in front of me, the latest information on the work of a girl named Shu Qiu who can understand the cat's speech has been comic and published.

It was as if the air had disappeared, and I realized that it had become difficult to breathe. A huge uneasiness rose in Wu Aya's heart, rolling, and could not be calmed.

"Ah......h

For some reason, she could no longer stand the reality of being left alone here. Stood up.

"Please let me stay here."

Facing the sky. In front of the electronic screen, in front of the unknown. I don't know if anyone is looking in the direction of the question, asking for an unknown person.

"I don't ...... anymore Think that only you are special. ”

As if in prayer, she pressed her hands to her chest, and there was a little stuffiness.

"It doesn't matter if I can't become famous, as long as I can let people outside know my story! Even if it's just one person......"

She knew it was a futile act, a word that no one could hear, but she was doing what she had been restraining all along, and what she regarded as extremely stupid.

"Hey ......"

There was no answer.

"You can see ......"

No one showed up.

"Shall I......?"

A space where you can only hear your own voice.

"Answer me!!"

Even if she made a shout that was completely inconsistent with her role, no one came to blame her.

“……”

As if she had finally realized that she had been deliberately ignoring these facts, she gasped for breath, inhaled the air in her lungs but did not restore her body to its normal state, and a wave of powerlessness hit her almost collapsed spirit and heart.

"If you just stay here all the time, isn't it the same as having nothing in the first place?"

"Our life is to be in contact with people from the outside world......"

"Doesn't that make sense?"

In this case, her existence, which doesn't even have the opportunity to meet people outside, is it meaningless?

"So what should I do?"

Who can tell her?

"Now start creating interesting stories?"

No way!

"The only people who can change the content of the story are the living humans in the outside world."

The human who has forgotten me.

"I ...... Just a protagonist in a story. ”

Forever...... A protagonist who is not needed by anyone!

There seemed to be a hint of cold touch on his face.

Is it, this time, even if you don't see the sea, do you cry?

It turns out that she not only has the same arrangement as in the plot, but she can only cry when she sees the sea.

For her, who has never really lived in a story, it seems that this is the first time she has cried.

Really, it's obvious...... It should be on her first performance.

"Hey, the man who created me ......"

"Why did you create me?"

"Please be responsible."

"I ......"

"I have always believed that this story that belongs to me is very exciting, and as soon as it comes out, it will immediately become a topic......

"A little more...... Would it be fun to rework this story? ”

"Why are you imprisoning me here?"

"Now, tell me ......"

"I knew it would be like this, don't give birth to me from the beginning!"

Tears are like pearls with broken threads, and the performance that came early was in such a room where there was nothing. She couldn't even maintain a calm expression, and she could even guess how ugly her expression was at this moment.

That is, gloomy, regretful, desperate crying expression.

"I've ...... Don't want to stay here anymore! ”

Just kill me, leaving no trace.

With the hands that created me, wipe out everything about me.

Let me fight from the beginning......

It doesn't exist.

In the darkness of the world, a bright light suddenly came from front of me that seemed to pierce the eyelids.

Shining - in front of her, with a strong presence, a door of light with a fiery glow leaking through a crack in the darkness.

appeared in front of her!

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