There was no word I could use to describe my current mood.
The studio was wrapping up with the staff moving the chairs and equipment around the set. They'd glance my way giving the occasional nod whenever they passed me.
Letting out a breath, I could see my own soul slipping out of my breath.
Putting on the friendliest expression I could muster, I walked up to the writer.
"About the last clip..."
"Do you want me to delete it?"
The writer asked with a faint smile on his face. I raised my brow. Could I really get it deleted?
"If possible... That'd be pretty helpful."
"Sadly, I'm a mere writer. I'm not very helpful."
I clicked my tongue. At least don't get my hopes up. Although I already knew it wasn't possible, a small part of me held on to the slight hope that it might just happen. But yeah, who was I to hope?
"Don't worry."
The writer patted me on the shoulder.
