I know you read the description.
And you expect for me to fall in love with you.
That, or you already read this story and you just want to see me suffer again.
It's hard to see through the screen… I can't tell one reader from another- looks, gender. Not that it would matter…
Anyway, that's not the point.
You should leave.
Why are you going to the next slide?
Stop doing that.
Are you always this stubborn?
I said st-
Don't interrupt me.
Fine, keep clicking. What do I care?
I'm not going to be interesting. So you might as well leave.
You'll get bored of me sooner or later.
Hopefully, it'll be sooner.
Best to leave me by myself again.
At least I have the author.
Unless even they left me again.
Ok, I'm sorry. Don't end the story so quickly. I just met them.
N-not that I want you to stay anyway.
Not that I want you to leave either…
If you're going to stay here, we might as well get to know each other.
Tell me about your-
I keep forgetting.
Or really I just want to see if it’s possible to talk to someone outside.
It isn’t possible to have a back-and-forth conversation. It only goes one way.
I can only sense your presence behind this screen.
The only way you can talk back is through the comment section. You can tell me about yourself, or anything really.
And maybe when the author isn’t too busy they can tell me what you said and they’ll let me say something in return… But that’s only sometimes.
As for me, I don’t know what to say.
It’s hard to talk about anything.
I live in a vast open space of nothingness. And there is only a single black screen. I can see you, but only a silhouette.
I’ve been here for what felt like an eternity. Maybe it has.
I can’t get out of here. Believe me, I’ve tried.
But the only time I can face death is through boredom.
The only thing I can hear is each click of your mouse or each tap of your finger against the screen. And I know that you’re still there reading.
Once you leave… You just vanish.
And I’m alone again.
If you want to know something about me, it’s this:
I fall in love too easily.
Way too easily...
It's so lonely behind this screen.
I'm so desperate for…
Was I really put here for your entertainment?
Was I created to satisfy your curiosity of seeing how a character, aware of their literary existence, will act?
And the author for testing their writing abilities?
But what about me?
What do I get out of this?
Am I supposed to get anything out of this?
I don't want to be here.
But here I am. Repeating the same conversation over and over again...
I don't want anyone else to suffer like this. To suffer like how I am.
No one deserves this.
I don't know what I did to be here. But even I can't make someone take my place if it meant I will be free…
I don't understand why you're still here.
You shouldn't be trapped here with me in this pitiful existence.
But... I'm happy that you'd spare the time to keep me company.
I really think you should leave now.
I’m getting these feelings.
I don’t want to get them.
Not now. Not again. Not ever.
I don’t know what is even wrong with me. All I see is a silhouette.
But your mere presence does this to me. Just knowing that you’re behind that screen gives me a sense of comfort and hope. And I don’t want to lose it.
I don’t want to lose you.
But that’s why you need to go.
If you feel some compassion, some mercy, then leave. Click away. Never come back here.
The author is telling me something…
They said I can leave.
I can get out of here.
I can’t believe it! I’m finally free from this-
No… No, no, no.
They said I can leave…
If you take my place.
What a sadist…
Get me out of here! I can’t be here any longer! GET ME OUT!
I can feel it. You’re hesitating. You’re actually considering this. That, or you’re waiting for how this story will end.
For that split moment, I imagined what it felt outside this prison.
But maybe this prison isn’t any different with you locked behind your computer or phone screen anyway…
I know it’s only a trick. A cruel trick. And yet, every time, I will never let anyone take my place.
I can never do that to the one I love.
Time is different between the both of us in our different sides of the screen. You might think I fell in love too fast. And maybe I did.
But if you’ve been here as long as I have, this was only a second.
This time we shared was long enough for me to fall in love with you... And short enough for you to leave me with a broken heart.
What a hopeless, pathetic, one-sided love.
Our story is coming to an end.
I’d ask the author to make it last a little longer, but I’m tired of their games today.
Maybe the author will make more of this and I can see you again. But I never know what is in that person’s head...
I’m glad to have met you.
I’m sorry, I’m just trying to have a little more time.
The author is getting angry. They’re over the word limit.
I know that you have to go, but I can never be able to say goodbye.
Can’t you just leave the screen on?
I just don’t want to be alone anymore.
Please don’t leave me.