Chapter 46: Fantasy in the middle of the night

…Are you asleep?”

The moment you realize it, a small gasp.

The blissful weight on her thigh. Ebony hair cascading down like a silent waterfall.

A vision so clear and yet so faint, like you could reach out and touch it, and yet so far away.

The waning moonlight illuminates a white face. Hello, moon.

A fantastic backdrop, just the right spotlight, a beautiful actress, and yourself as the protagonist.

You have just enough of a role, just enough immersion, just enough to overflow.

Sleek fingertips stroking the soft Volga as if wistfully.

A single stray hair falling like a falling leaf.

‘I like you…sis.’

I can hear those words clearly in my mind, spoken from her light pink lips.

She knows it’s not the same type of affection she feels for him, but even though she already has a few files with the same name, she rewrites the name and crawls over to it.

I put some filters on top of it.

I put a few filters on top of it, like a scene from an old manga: a bright filter, a blush, hesitant lips, the heroine shyly confessing her love, the moonlight falling on the two of them, blessing them.

“I love you…sis.”

But the heroine’s words come out of the hero’s mouth, and all I’m left with is a hollow feeling.

But it’s okay, because as long as there’s a shred of memory left, you can live with it forever.

Because there is no end to this love that never lies.

-The book is a collection of essays on the history of the United States and the history of the United Nations, with a focus on the role of the United Nations in the development of the United Nations system.

[I had a great time today! Let’s hang out again!]

ᅳ, the sender, Izana

“…she’s annoying.”

smirked and clicked her tongue.

Izana Greze, a white girl who just transferred into my sister’s class.

She’s got lustrous blonde hair and a fiercely assertive body.

Her presence was quite the topic of conversation, not just among the freshmen, but among the sophomores as well.

Somehow, she had managed to take care of Kang Seon-ah in an instant.

“That was supposed to be my role.”

The villain persecuting the heroine, and the hero rescuing her at the right time.

How typical. But clichés are always good to use. Even if she wanted to win her sister’s true love,

it’s always the older sister who helps the younger sister.

No, it’s always the hero who saves the heroine in trouble.

Now that she has the material to kill Kang Seon-ah in her burial, the role of the wonderful heroine has been passed on to someone else.

To Izana Greze, to that damned woman who showed up with no backstory.

I know this isn’t who I am, but I can’t help but feel nervous, even though I know it’s not who I am.

I had a great date with my sister today.

After everything was over, I saw a faint smile on her pretty face, like a pear blossom.

I wanted to get closer, even if it meant disturbing her.