The man and the bunny leaded by Joan the hairy creature, reached an area where there was a table. On it were stacks of papers, a jar of quills, and multiple ink pots.

All around they see numerous crumpled papers, as much as would snow could cover in one night.

“Tea… cookies…?” Joan offered, pointing at the ones on a cabinet.

“yes please!” the bunny replied politely.

Joan then prepares the tea and takes a jar of cookies on a tray to serve the man and the bunny. He then goes to the chairs occupied by books and papers.

He then cleared two of the seats and places them next to the table with treats, “Please… Sit down…” he points at the chairs.

“Thank you” the man says as him and the bunny took their seats.

As the two help themselves to the tea and cookies, Joan returned to his desk and continued writing.

The man and the bunny took a bite at the cookie and a sip of the tea, “These are pretty bland” the man says, to which the bunny simply nodded.

The two then again hear the sound of writing. The man and the bunny looked at Joan, writing at his desk.

“I think we found the author” the man states.

The bunny became excited, she quickly finished her tea and hopped of the chair. She then tries to pull the man with her to talk to Joan, “Come on! Now we can ask about that book!” she says excitedly, her bell jingling with each tug.

The man sighs, he finishes his tea and the two approached Joan the hairy giant.

As they reach the desk, the bunny asked a favour from the man, “Lift me!” she requests.

The man chuckles, he then lifts up the bunny onto his shoulder.

As the bunny secures her footing on the man’s shoulder, she then coughs in hopes of getting Joan’s attention. Which works, as Joan stops writing and looks at the two, “hmm…?”

“Excuse me Sir Joan, but we would like to ask about that book of yours. The one about a lost doll, titled… Le Petit Mirai,” at hearing the books title, Joan’s demeanour changes from a gentle giant to a quivering sasquatch. The bunny’s excitement turns to fear at the sight, while the man just became confused.

“That ending…” Joan murmurs

“Y-yeah” the man replied, as the bunny was unable to speak.

“It was a mistake… It wasn’t supposed to end like that…” Joan says slamming his quill onto the desk, surprising the man and the bunny.

“But I can’t change it now… It is already been read… already set it the minds of many… I cannot change what has already been set… I want to fix it… I really do…” Joan holds his head with both his hands in grief.

The bunny hops onto the table, “Why couldn’t you just move on?” she asks.

“I tried writing… something new… yet I could not… the idea… of what ending… I could have set… just kept on haunting my mind!” Joan says frustratingly.

“I could have… done this…” Joan picks up a piece of written paper, “or this…” he says as he picks up another.

Joan then crumples both, “uhhh…” as he grimaces.

The bunny saddens at the sight of the distraught writer, as the man just holds his chin and ponders.

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Joan throws the crumpled paper on his hands, “I just… have to write… something better… If I change… this…” he then picks up another written paper, “or… maybe this… and that…” his gaze darting from one written work to another.

“Maybe if we give you an outside idea, just to move you off your slump” The bunny suggests, “I’ve read some of your books, I can see that you’re fighting and you haven’t given up!” she smiles, “We’re here to help, just tell us what you need!” the bunny states with excitement.

The man listens, “given up…” he murmurs.

Joan looks at the bunny, “Can… you share… your story?” he asks.

The bunny thinks for a moment but as she remembers the latest memory she got, a puff of steam comes out of her ears as she blushes and stutters, “a-aba abat… ah…!”

The man sees and chuckles, “Well you see, that’s something, we, can’t say. As we don’t really have much,” the man air quotes, “Experience at the moment”

“Y-yeah! just as he said!” The bunny says face flushed red, “I’m very sorry, even though I suggested it!” she bows.

Joan raises a brow looking at the bunny bowing and the man holding a laugh, “hmm…” he chuckles.

As the man and the bunny who’s holding her ears in embarrassment, composes themselves. The man coughs, “ehem… So, I’ve been thinking about something,” he says as he snaps his fingers.

The bunny and Joan look at him, “Why not, you know,” he shrugs, “Give up?” he bluntly says.

“huh?” the bunny and Joan simultaneously react.

“I’m saying, the way I see it. You’re pushing yourself back, you never messed up from the beginning,” the man picks up the white book from a pile, “this, is good! Not the best for you, but it is what is, accident or whatever. And you clearly said you can’t deny that, right?”

Joan nods while the bunny smiles and listens.

“You just didn’t see it coming at that time, and now that you saw it,” the man then picks up a written paper on the desk, “you’re having all these ideas that you THOUGHT you could have done” he laughs, “but how could you? You were distracted, probably exhausted, or was swept in the moment!’

“Not everything can be prevented, accidents happen, mistakes were made, but in the end the choices and actions are already done. You just got to know what to do after it all” the man shrugs and smiles holding both the white book and the written paper.

“You say that… But… someone like me… should have… been able to see… the next pages…” Joan holds his hand together and rest them on top of the table, “I… should have… thought of it… before it happened…” he explains.

The man sighs, “Come on… wake up dude” he bluntly says.

“Let me,” the bunny interjects, “Sir Joan, listen, It doesn’t matter if you can see the next page… there will be always others that can write over those,” she smiles, “What’s written can be something good or bad, and you can’t see that!” the bunny looks at the man and blushes as he smiles back.

“I see…” Joan murmurs, “As long… as I have… time… my story… failure… or success… I can…” the hairy creature begins to glow, “I can still write my story!” he says with a beaming smile, flashing the man and the bunny with a bright white light as another memory returns back to them.

* * *

The man and the bunny this time remember their journey to adulthood. They remember the time where they graduated together, the time they live together, the adventure they had with their friends.

The man remembers his good friend, who forced him to go almost anywhere he can think of. A guy who was always so hyper, so active, and extremely tiresome to accompany. He remembers all the pain he had gone through with each journey they took, but were always worth it in the end.

The bunny remembers her good friend, who taught her all secret power of women. A woman of fierce demeanour, she was the one who stepped up when the girl does something stupid. She remembers all the time she got teased by her.

The man and the bunny laugh as they see their important memories, no matter how chaotic some were.

As they pass those memories, they see a memory of the time when the boy led the girl to a cliff, an area that he and his friend had found. There he kneeled before the girl and proposed giving her a beautiful wooden ring. Once again, they said something to one another but they still couldn’t remember.

Quickly, the bunny and the man see all the things they have done, all the happy times, all the sad times, they were rarely apart.

The bunny cried as she sees, while the man smiles contently.

As a final bit of memory, they see themselves going up a mountain in a van with their two friends, another was on the way as the girl says from a text she received. They see themselves enter a mountain cottage, where they are welcomed by an older man. They know this man, he was their best friend, the maker of their wedding rings and second father to them. The last thing they see is him handing them a small gift and someone calling the girl on her phone and she replied with “We’ll meet you there!”.

* * *

The man and the bunny looked at each other, seeing both smiling with a torrent of tears running down their faces.

“Y-you should see you face!” the bunny laughs.

The man simply chuckles, “Yeah, yeah!” he says as he wipes of his tears.

Joan looks at the two in delight, “Follow me now”

To the surprise of the bunny, the man picks her up and places her on her shoulder, “Free ride missis!” he jests, to which she chuckles in reply.

The three then begin to move to another section of the library.

“Hey Joan, what where all the wooden toys and stuff for?” the man asks.

“Inspiration, they become a symbol for the stories I create” The hairy creature named Joan says.

The man ponders for a bit, “hmm…” his face grows dark.

The bunny notices, she uses her bell at his face, “You okay?” she asks worryingly jingling the bells on her arm.

The man snaps out of it, “Y-yeah, nothing just thinking” he smiles.

The bunny doubts but smiles nonetheless, “Come on, I feel like we’re nearing the end! We can go home!”

The man nods, “Yeah!”

A moment late they stop in front of a bookshelf, “Give me a moment,” Joan says as he shuffles through the books, as he finds the right one.

“Here we go!” as he pulls book out, the whole bookshelf begins to move, revealing a bright heavenly looking door.

“This is your exit!” Joan smiles and points towards the door.

“Thanks!” The man says as he shakes Joans hand as so did the bunny.

Just before they could open the door, Joan gives something to the man, “These are for you two!” he hands over a small wooden box that seemingly cannot be opened, “It will open later” he smiles.

“Thanks…” the mans says as he takes the box.

Joan smiles, “Thank you as well and goodbye!” he says with a wave.

The bunny and the man enter the door, waving back to Joan as they go.

As they enter, they look around the area. This was a smaller area, everything was bright but not enough to hurt the eyes, there were plant life all around. At the centre they see a huge tree.

“This is relaxing” the man comments.

The bunny notices something at the bottom of the tree, “Hey! I think someone’s over there!” she tugs on the man’s hair and points.

The two continue to the massive tree, as they near it they see a pale woman in a church attire, not acting very holy though. She sits in a very sleazy manner, having her arm on the side and holding her head up.

“Sup…!” the woman in white nonchalantly says with a wave.