"I wanted to be an author," Makoto announced to Ichika.

They sat in an abandoned building, gazing at the sunset beyond the massive city. It had been a week since they met, and they had already formed a bond that felt like that of old friends.

Ichika raised an eyebrow. "Where's this sudden confession coming from?"

"I don't know, I just thought you should know," Makoto replied, closing his eyes to enjoy the gentle breeze that flowed around them.

"Do you want me to write?" suggested Ichika.

"For what?" he paused to think, "You know what, good idea. I would like to see how you write."

"Any theme you got at the back of your head?"

"Any would do, I just wanted you to write a story. Maybe you're a better writer than me. Who knows?" Makoto ended their conversation.

Ichika went home feeling an unusual excitement to write. She picked up a pen and began writing, losing herself in the process for the next three hours. Once she penned the final sentence, she read through her work thoroughly. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she decided to go straight to bed, eager to show her story to Makoto.

The next day at school felt unusually long for her as she kept checking the time. For the first time, she was genuinely motivated at school, though not really because of the classes. When the bell finally rang, she quickly gathered her belongings and rushed out of the classroom, clutching the paper that contained her writing, ready to share it.

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"You're terrifyingly quick today," Makoto waved at Ichika. He must've reached earlier despite Ichika being very quick to come here.

"Oh, you shut up," she sighed. "Here's my assignment teacher, I'm handing it off," she stretched out the paper to Makoto.

But, Makoto rejected it by pushing it back, "I want you to read it out loud for me, can you?"

Ichika was confused by that request, "Sure?"

Ichika read the story to Makoto with great emotion, making sure not to skip any part of it. Despite some bumps in the narrative, Makoto smiled earnestly at her and listened intently. The story was beautifully crafted, and when Ichika finished, Makoto applauded her enthusiastically.

"I love that story of yours, despite it being sad and all," commented Makoto.

"Thanks, I know if I were being compared to you- I would be thrown off the competition," smiled Ichika. She seemed happy by the compliment although it was short and simple.

"And this isn't a competition either. You've created a good story, and that's what really matters," Makoto reassured Ichika. Their conversation ended shortly after, following a brief chat about school and how their day had gone. They said their goodbyes, and the day concluded on a positive note.

[Ichika's story: Sometimes, the world is just so cruel that a happy story could overturned into a somber one. It's unexplainable how this pattern works, it's parallel of randoms.]

The story somehow broke out and it became so popularized that some infamous authors analysed it. It wasn't particularly bad, people now saw a new curtain of perfection inside both Makoto and Ichika.

[The girl in this story, would suffer and be tormented right after a happy scene. It would be happy and sad back to back, until it unfolds what lies under the long story. Agony]

The story she wrote, would be refined by society into-

A reality.