It was boring. Everything was boring, and boring again. Ah—what exactly is life? Just flowing like this, more endless than the horizon, slower than a tortoise— And then suddenly, pop, it just goes out?

...Isn't that a bit much? To live such an uninteresting life, only to meet such an uninteresting death? God looking down from the heavens, open your ears and listen to me clearly. That's a bit much.

— I've gone through countless lessons since I was young. Not just finance and economics, but speech, psychology... anyway, every course I had to go through to inherit the company later. I endured it even when the quality of the teachers was low.

I thought it would be okay once I finished. I thought I'd at least feel a sense of 'achievement.' But what followed was only more boredom and repulsion. Everything felt futile.

So I tried everything I could get my hands on. Studying every subject, of course, but also art, music, physical education... Damn, it would have been much more fun to be stuck on a deserted island drawing tally marks on a cave wall.

— ..... ....Boring.

Boring, I said it's boring.

Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring......

— I didn't ask for a world with such low saturation.

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Suddenly, while walking down the street under a transparent umbrella, I snapped out of it. What caught my eye was you, shivering under the bridge. Small, shabby, pathetic...

And, more full of color than anyone else in this world.

... ... Huh?

The moment our eyes met, I thought I shouldn't let you go. I couldn't let you go. Without even caring about the mud splashing on the hem of my pants, I moved my feet and approached you, who were sitting with your knees pulled in.

Hey, hello?