1 Prologue: Just an Ordinary Day of My Life (1/2)

Hello viewers. Greetings.

If you're wondering who in the world I am. Let me tell you, I'm just a normal first year college student. There's nothing to say about me, really. It's so boring that you'll drop my story even only after a few sentences. There are dramas from here and there, but meh…

Anyways.

Right now, I'm reading a book that I found interesting. It was hidden behind the fantasy books in the fiction corner of the library. It's like those hidden gems, as they call it. It's really great that I ended up borrowing the rest of the volumes.

Why am I reading, you say?

Because it's fun. You can see a whole new world, a new fantastic point of view. No one to tell me no, or where to go, or say I'm only dreaming.

Alright, that's the girl's part there so I'll stop.

In this boring life that I have, same repeating cycles, I find solace in my books. I feel like I can join the adventurers on their adventures. I feel like I can feel their joy, their sorrows, their anger, their love, like I'm there with them.

It's exciting. I feel shivers whenever.

Yeah. I know.

I'm just escaping. Escaping from reality.

Consequently so, that I read. Let me have my share of fun, alright?

”You're reading again? Muu… Come on. Why not just come with me and have a run? I bet you'll feel a lot healthier if you do so.”

A friend of mine suddenly talked to me. Here I am doing a monologue where I talk with a reader of a book about my life. She really just can't read the atmosphere, can she?

”You're just imagining yourself as some protagonist of some books again, anyways.”

Urk… This girl…

She knows too much about me. Well, after spending our lives for almost 12 years, I guess she would be able to do that at some point.

I ignored her and resumed my reading. I don't have the time and the energy to keep her company with her ridiculously tiring exercises. It's not like I hate it, but I get tired easily. Forgive me, childhood friend. For being such a weak buddy.

”Watcha reading, by the way?”

”Fantasy story.”

Then she shows a 'That again…?' expression right in front of my face.

Leave me alone, will you. I enjoy it, so it's okay, right?