At a loss.
At 7:56 p.m., I typed the three words, "The End." While I was checking things over, it started raining outside.
The pitter-patter brought me no relief at all. Instead, it made me even more restless.
This book was uploaded on July 18, 2017. It had been almost two years by now.
Over those two years, a lot had happened. I went from being underage to becoming an adult, from high school to college, from thick hair to a receding hairline...
I had originally wanted to say so many things, but with my fingers resting on the keyboard, I no longer wanted to fully let those feelings out.
First, let's talk about me.
I'd been exposed to novels for quite a long time. I remembered the first novel I read was in elementary school, called Campus Young Master.
Please don't laugh. It was true. I was too young back then and thought the characters in it were incredibly badass. Looking back on it now, though...
I also remembered writing a novel by hand when I was in middle school, over ten thousand words or so. It was about mechas. Influenced by Mobile Storm, it was ridiculously chuunibyou. I couldn't find that notebook anymore. Back then, I even brought it to school for my best bro to read. Afterward, he praised me and said I wrote well. All I knew was how to grin like an idiot. I didn't know whether he genuinely thought it was good or just didn't want to hurt my feelings.
I hadn't seen or contacted him in six years. Neither of us knew how the other was doing. That one piece of embarrassing history had probably vanished with time.
Later, another deskmate recommended How Bad Guys Are Made to me. I read everything written