Silent_Water

In life, there are a lot of things that we can't seem to understand.
We barely know anything about ourselves and that caused a mess for a certain young girl.

Will the lost girl find her way?
Now, shall we have a conversation?
From the depths of your very being.

Contemplation in Silence

Name. It's one of the most important gifts you could ever receive in life. It's a part of an individual's identity.

". . .Name. It's not that important, is it?"

"It is! What would I call you then?"

I couldn't believe what I just heard.

(Surely, she doesn't expect me to call her so casually, right? 'Hey!' or 'Hey, you!' just sounds so rude.)

(Should I press on getting her real name or give her a nickname instead? No, but I think forcing her will be a bad move.)

I was mulling over the fact that I had to give her a nickname. I wasn't very good at names. Silence took over again.

It's not like I don't remember my name. I have my memories intact. I do.

"Uhh. . .you know what? Let's just keep going like this. No need for names, yeah?"

I immediately sat back down on the couch and sighed.

I could feel her staring at me. She must be curious as to why I suddenly changed my mind.

(I have to clear this up somehow. This is not how friendship is supposed to work. There's no way I'm already stumping at the starting point.)

"Umm. . . it's just that, it's been a long time since I've been called by my name. It feels strange to me now."

I wasn't lying this time either. It has been a long time since I was called by my name. Being called by my name now after all this time, I don't like it.

"So. . .you sure read a lot of books, huh? You must love reading."

"But I noticed some books are incomplete, they don't have titles too. Do you also write?"

I already thought she was an avid reader, but I guess I underestimated her quite a bit. She has a very creative mind and is quite observant too.

"That's quite impressive. Do you want to be a writer?"

". . .Not really. It's just. . .a hobby."

"I see. I also love reading novels, particularly romantic novels. I'm such a sucker for angst. By the way, in that story I read, I think the male lead deserved better."

"Why did he even like that person in the first place? They had no redeeming features at all. How ridiculous."

". . .You seem pretty upset about it. Was it that bad?"

"I just don't like how foolish the male lead is."

In truth, I already knew that there were many books with the same plot. However, the same question pops up every time.

"Hmp! Why didn't he choose someone else?"

". . .You pose a very interesting question."

She grabbed the book that I just read and closed her eyes as if she were pondering.

". . .Why would you love someone who doesn't care about you?"

"Exactly, it's nonsense! If the other person doesn't like you back, why bother loving them?"

". . .Hmm. Maybe because he couldn't help it?"

I was bewildered by that sentiment. She must have noticed it too when she began to browse the book.

". . .In this story, there was only one person he could love. There were many other options for him. Even so, he chose that person."

"Then let's just say one of them loves him."

". . .Do you think his heart will change?"

". . . That's where the problem lies. Suppose there's another person for him, it doesn't mean his feelings will change."

I couldn't help but nod in agreement for it is the truth.

"In other words, it's the problem of the heart, huh? That is cruel. . ."

She closed the book while making a harsh statement.

"That's why fanfiction exists! Let's write a book where he meets a happy ending!"

"It's one of my charms, thank you."

She couldn't help but sigh at my remarks. I'm positive if nothing else.

Besides, I know that changing one's heart is no easy feat.

Though I wonder, if the same goes for hatred.

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