Bungaku Shoujo: Volume1 Epilogue
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I will help you think as well; I will help carry your burden with you! I can do at least that!
You can‟t die! – She said to me.
Dasai wrote many wonderful stories; you can‟t die until you read them all.
I cried.
What‟s to be sad for, what‟s to laugh for, what‟s to be sorrow for, what‟s to be happy for- I
moment, my expression must have resembled a monkey in the zoo, or like a new born baby,
I let go of my moist hand, and the mug Shi-chan gave me slipped off from my fingertips.
always placed it in my sight.
My heart became lighter, and I felt I had been set free.
It‟s possible that I am still unable to survive as a monster that doesn‟t have a heart!
But instead I reached out my own hand and held the hands of those two people.
During that time, the teachers and the firemen also got to the top of the roof and helped me
Why did you do that? After I was saved, the teachers and my parents asked me in detail.
It‟s nothing. I just thought that it would be fun to climb over the guard rail, and I
So terrifying, I thought I was going to die!
The rumours about me almost immediately spread throughout my school. Thanks to that I
Some people gossiped about me behind my back; some people mocked me right in my face;
Of course, there are people who treated me kindly.
“Did you really attempt suicide? Was something bothering you?”
Everyone had a different reaction.
Above all there are some that are indifferent to everything.
In these circumstances, I would act airheaded like an impressionable girl, and answer with
It is hard for a man to change.
But I don‟t feel ashamed about it anymore.
„It‟s not because you are in everyone‟s spotlight that I am breaking up with you…‟ He said
I too think that we should put some distance between us.
at me as if I was a stranger, and answered in a low voice „I understand.‟
Because of this, in the past she talked lowly of me; I think Hanamura-san will try and
These days, the act of writing these events into the report is not as awful as it once was.
and move my eyes away from the notebook.
But now, the more I write, the more I feel that I am expelling the pus that had been rotting
calmer and calmer. I now feel as if I can see my faraway future.
But at the same time, to the senpai of the Literature Club, I am also grateful that yes, I am
It‟s true.
and answering with laughter- „Yes, you are totally correct. You have sharp eyes!‟
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It was a day in June. The misty spring rain had wetted the green plants, and classes had ended.
“Come in. I have been waiting for it.”
“Wah, this is a thick pile. You put in a lot of effort.”
writing won’t change anything, right?”
“That’s what I thought as well. But ever since I wrote this report, I feel that writing is helpful. It
“Yeah, probably.”
When she bound her completed drafts into a booklet, Miu also had a happy look on her face.
So, just as Takeda-san said, perhaps writing does have the power to heal and to redeem.
“Ehhh, th-that’s-“
identity disorder or is a transgender? Or were you a drag queen?”
“Tooko-senpai also said that she ate the library’s books. I am very curious, what’s that?”
I am begging you! Please forget them!”
to an expression as if she understood. A smile appeared on her face.
“Ok, I understand. Everyone has something embarrassing that they don’t want others to know. I
“Thank you.”
secret. Those TV reporters and unidentified monster experts will want to have more than a word
“Konoha-senpai, could I keep the love letters you wrote for me?”
Takeda-san laughed innocently just as she had always done.
Wah, I feel a bit embarrassed. But since Takeda-san did agree to keep those secrets to herself, I
“But you must promise me that you will never show them to other people.”
She asked me to say hello to Tooko-senpai for her; after she said she would come back here to
I sat down on a chair and started to read Takeda-san’s report.
The comfortable sound, like a lullaby in a mother’s womb, resonated tenderly.
gleam.
I had my head down from reading the report. Suddenly I felt a dull itchiness on the back of my
with my hand.
The thing that was brushing against is not a cat tail; it’s one of the braids of Tooko-senpai.
apparently moved a chair behind my seat, sat down on it, leaned her upper body forward, and
(Wah!)
her lips. She looked at the book with a lost in thought expression. Even when I grabbed her
Not only that, Tooko-senpai leaned forward too much. Her cheeks were on the verge of touching
leaned backward just a bit I could kiss her.
“Flip to, the next page, Konoha-kun.”
Tooko's eyes were fixated on the report as she lightly said to my ear.
“Hurry…”
be ignored.
“Ye-yes.”
As I savor the violet sweet scent of Tooko-senpai, as I feel her bodily warmth, as I let her soft
report together.
Tooko-senpai lightly sighed.
from me.
By reflex she jerked backward. Her chair, hit by the sudden force, flipped backward. Now that
“Acha-“
With her skirt flipped backward to her thigh, Tooko-senpai’s eyes were filled with tears.
“My butt hurts…”
When her eyes met with mine, she started blushing furiously. But it wasn’t long before she
“But…Chia-chan seems fine now. This is great.”
“Yeah.”
I respectfully handed her the report.
Tooko-senpai, illuminated by the setting sun, gracefully walked to her chair. She sat down, more
“Bon appétit.”
Whenever she finished a page, she would tear that page out, and chew on it from its corners.
With a slight frown, she muttered. Nonetheless she still, bite by bite, chewed on the pages and
“very bitter…”
Her fair skin, uniform, and her braids, they were all shaded with a lonesome sunset color.
roof, Tooko-senpai said this to Takeda-san.
come.
Even those wounds that we thought may never heal; maybe they will eventually be cured.
laughing as well.
That’s probably only my wishful thinking.
Tooko-senpai, who continued to eat the report, asked me-
“It’s a secret.”
Tooko-senpai suddenly said that. My heart skipped a beat.
She doesn’t know about my humiliating past, right?
Tooko-senpai shifted her attention back to her meal.
Would there be the day, when I would hold a pen again for a novel? What would I write aboutRight
But for today, I will write a sweet story for Tooko-Senpai.
This will be her dessert after she finishes that bitter story.