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"In the vast canvas of life, humans are like a diverse collection of elements. Yet, there's a comparison that deeply strikes a chord — the idea that people are like books. Not just regular books, but volumes filled with their own personal tales. Each person, much like a book, embodies a unique story, a fusion of experiences, dreams, and realities. These stories are woven with threads of laughter, tears, challenges, and victories.

In the midst of these narratives, you'll discover a range of outcomes — some shining with joy and celebration, while others carry the weight of sadness and hardship. Within the chapters of these stories, there are moments that rise with hope and fall with despair, intertwining into a grand mosaic. But despite the twists and turns, an unwavering truth prevails — every story, every book, holds intrinsic worth.

As you delve deeper, a captivating parallel comes into view: the role of an author echoes the journey of a person. The author, often unseen, crafts the narrative and sometimes even steps into the shoes of the protagonist. Just like characters in a story influence the choices of the main character, the experiences and influences of life shape the author's storytelling. Much like characters guide the storyline, life guides the author's pen.

Thus, within this analogy resides the essence of our existence, a complex choreography of individual stories that meld and diverge, weaving together a tapestry of humanity. With every page turned, we venture forth — both as readers and authors — in a narrative where the ending is merely a reflection of the chapters that came before.

In the end, one outstanding question remains. Are you the Reader or the Author?"

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*Ring Ring*

"The homework has to be done by tomorrow, so I'm ending the class."

"FINALLY."

The footsteps and shouting of the others annoy me every time the lesson is finished, but well I don't get used to it. There are a lot of things that annoy me about my school, but the worst thing is the way out of school. I always have to push my way through and God knows how many girls I have accidentally touched by it.

Already out of my classroom, i look despairingly into the hallway crowded with students.

"Sorry, I have to-" never mind. They don't hear me and if they did, they wouldn't listen to me anyway. I can already hear the girls wondering who touched them. Well, the lucky one won't be discovered anyway.

"Aughh!"

Finally out of my school I fight the world for some oxygen, but luckily the sun is not shining so strong. The clouds, or my lucky charms, don't let the rays get on my skin. People would think I'm weird but the sun is nothing special or beautiful. It's hot and how can I put it...? it is unromantic.

Well, apart from that I still have something to do, because she is waiting for me...

Oh my, how I love her. Her existence alone is a divine gift and she herself as an essence embodies the good. The thoughts about her alone make me happy and the moments when I can touch her soft lips make me faint. The thought that such a person loves me kills me and the fact that she is always loyal to me as if I were her knight makes me crazy.

-Oh, how I love her.-

But that should be enough with my monologue about her, because the way to her school is dangerous. The street dogs there are faster than the isekai characters with superpowers and they all have diseases that no one knows about.

"Aughh! Aughh!"

After running like flash would do, I finally arrived.

She's at a low-level school without much education. The lack of education there is replaced with drugs sold by the students but luckily she doesn't use or sell any. Through the dark environment, her light shines the brightest.

"You fucker let me through or I'll break your hands!" was the first thing I heard after the bell of her school rang.

After I had to see 500 people come out, then the star also came out. Our eyes met and her smile was amazing. My monologue sounds like we've been together for a week, but we've been together for a year.

And now she comes up to me.

"Hello Yuya-san.", she said with a smile.

"Hey, how was school?"

"It was okay, like always.", she said while looking into my soul. "But today was kind of special since another student committed suicide."

"Let's talk about it on the way to my house, okay?", I suggested.

We were walking, a safe path of course, and I started asking her questions, "Who was that person?"

"I didn't know her personally, but she was pretty and smart," she continued, "but I heard rumors that she had a boyfriend, and that he was involved."

"I perceive your point, yet wisdom dictates that hasty conclusions ought not to be drawn from mere rumors. Furthermore, it's worth acknowledging that the case against him remains incomplete, with a considerable dearth of essential evidence or substantiating facts to firmly establish his culpability."

"What's going on?", I asked after she looked at me in fascination, as if I were sherlock holmes.

"Wow, you are so smart," she said with stars in her eyes. "Ah I got it. Maybe they should hire you for this case!"

We both started laughing, even though it was a suicide case.

Suicide cases were normal in my area, yet most cases happen only at their school and they are often always teenagers. Well, my school is also bad but not as bad as your school. I think the reasons for this are school stress, relationships and poverty. Poverty— Yes, poverty plays a big role at this school, since most of them couldn't afford a better school and ended up here. Well, the opportunities here are not the best, because even if you get a good degree, it would still be too little for advanced studies or anything else.

When I got home, I went to my room and changed. "Can you wait here for a minute?"

She nodded but rather creepily.

I began removing my pants, my actions a mix of awkwardness and incompetence. After a while, I decided to shed my T-shirt as well.

Unexpectedly, I felt her fingers gently tracing circles on my belly. Before I could react, she initiated a conversation, "There's no need for embarrassment; I've seen you naked before. Perhaps it's time we deepen our connection, if you catch my drift..."

Confusion gripped me, but my thoughts were quickly silenced as she knelt down, working to remove my underpants. Her gaze fixed upon it, she began exploring with her hands, a gentle caress turning into more purposeful movements.

Stunned by the rapid turn of events, I stepped backward and found myself on the bed, lying down. Without hesitation, she followed me, persisting in her endeavor.

Eventually, she paused, disrobing herself. Evidently aroused, she proceeded to take charge, guided by her own desires.

She was noticeably aroused, and within moments, she initiated an intimate connection, crossing a threshold I had yet to experience.

With determination, she continued, and the passage of time became a blur as the experience unfolded.

Finally, the climax arrived, bringing a sense of completion to the passionate encounter.

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I said nothing but took her in my arms and fell asleep with her.

When I woke up, I saw that she was gone.

I was speechless and it was too weird for me to see it as normal because she always told me she was a virgin but do virgins do that, like I mean I dont know about stuff like that but the way she did that seemed professional? We have kissed many times but I had never seen her like this.

I went into the kitchen and cooked myself something. Life with traveling parents is pretty good but only the cooking annoys me. The other things regulate certain machines and fortunately I keep our apartment constantly good, so I take me less work.

"Hang on, is she technically pregnant now?"

"..:"

"Impossible. Me, a father? Absurd. I'm far too young to even contemplate such a role. What names would even be fitting for a potential child? Is terminating the pregnancy a viable choice? And what are the legal ramifications in this location? How would I ever face my parents if they were to discover this? Would my academic performance suffer irreparably? No, this cannot be happening! Abortion seems to be the only logical option. I couldn't care less about the legality; I'm resolute in not allowing my youth to be overshadowed by the responsibilities of parenthood. A solution emerges—pills. She could take them to end it all. But what if she's inclined to keep the child? Would that mean the end of our relationship? Could the desperation ever become so profound as to consider... end-"

The cacophony of thoughts in my mind felt like a fevered frenzy.

Two excruciating minutes crawled by, a desolate void filled with nothing but anguish. Finally, I mustered the courage to send her a message, my words stark and concise: "Take pills."

A message that held a world of uncertainty, hanging in the balance.

Then, a sudden twist: "-This User blocked you-"

My world turned to darkness.

"..."

"What? Me? Her boyfriend? Blocked? Could it be a mere coincidence? Yes, that must be it."

I attempted to reach out to her through different social media platforms, hoping to reestablish a connection. Yet, to my dismay, her accounts were nowhere to be found.

It felt like an act of betrayal, but why? I lacked concrete evidence to support such a conclusion, and logical reasoning failed to provide a definitive answer.

Perhaps this was all a surreal dream, a scenario too bizarre to be true. Maybe the next day would bring clarity and relief. Or perhaps, if I could just...

"Maybe—"

And so, with a mix of delusional optimism and uncertainty, I closed my eyes.

Hoping for a better tomorrow.