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I...
I understood everything.
Everything I really wanted.
I loved you.
I loved your work.
I wanted to be you.
I wanted you to love me.
But you...
didn't love anyone.
A writer...
only loves their own work.
Aki...
what's wrong?
Where are you?
Like I said...
you'll write about me.
Wait, what do you mean?
I'm sure...
you'll write about me.
Aki!
Saying that...
she hung up.
And...
except for the two of them...
she deleted all of them.
Even if she found out...
all of them...
she knew for sure...
that's not true.
She'd be treated like a suicidal person.
And...
in that moment...
she'd be forever...
forever and ever.
About her...
Write it for me, okay?
Ah!
I'm sure you've been through a lot, but you don't have to quit anything, do you?
It's a conclusion I've made up in my own way. There is no hesitation.
What a waste.
Well, you're young, so it's okay.
Have you decided where you're going next?
No, I won't work for the company anymore.
I'm going to write a novel.
What?
I don't expect anything from others, and I'm going to look at my own world.
I want to create a work that surpasses my own standards with my own hands.
It's going to be hard.
I'm prepared for it.
I see.
Well, we're rivals from now on.
The building you jumped down from was just like hers and saved you.
If you hadn't taken preventive measures against falling, who knows what would have happened?
Yeah...
Oh, you're awake. How are you feeling, Ms. Akiyama Ujiko?
Where's the doctor?
I don't know. She's missing with her skull.
You should know more about yourself.
What do you mean?
This is what your brother brought for you.
Because of expiration date, we received the real thing.
But we looked for something like it.
It's your favorite cake.
There's someone who's connected to you.
That connection is what keeps you alive.
You should be thankful for that.
That was her only wish, wasn't it?
I died once.
Humans are born helplessly.
Just like kneaded clay.
We are nothing, nothing at all.
We are born helplessly,
and we become something and die.
I just succeeded in it.
Very boldly.
Very purely.
I made mistakes once.
But...
She gave me passion.
It's thanks to her.
It's perfect.
Now...
I'm very happy.
Do you need a psychological assessment?
It's not like I'm a secretary or anything.
But...
It's perfect.
What is it?
What do you mean "perfect"?
I was born without a choice,
and I live without a choice...
Is that what a life without a choice is like?
Miki-san, it's about time for your test, so let's take a picture.
Yes, I'm going to take a picture.
Thank you for watching
It's complete.
Utsubora.
Thank you for watching.
Are you done drinking?
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you very much.
You are not Utsubora's author.
I have only met Utsubora's author once.
Right?
It's perfect.
Is it?
Really?
Yes, it is.
It's like you reflected it in the mirror.
Now everything is ready.
But from now on...
From now on...
You are Fuji's Akiyo.
No...
Don't make such a frightened rabbit-like face.
If you're really worried...
You can leave the room dark.
Sakura-san...
Thank you.
It's all thanks to you.
Thank you.
(sobbing)
Did I...
Did I do a good job?
I...
I made her...
So...
Of course you did.
Of course you did, my lord.
(sobbing)
You did a good job.
I was worried about you all the time.
(sobbing)
I was afraid of you.
(sobbing)
You are perfect.
You are mine.
You are the one I love the most.
Thank you for watching.
Thank you for watching today. Have a nice day!
Good morning.
Would you like to go see the sea?
[piano music]
[laughing]
Feels good, doesn't it?
[laughing]
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey! Get in! Get in!
[laughing]
Oh no, I forgot to pay for it.
I'll go and get it for you. The post office is nearby.
But...
I made you wet your shoes, didn't I? It won't be long.
Thank you.
Wait for me, okay?
Dear Yatabe-kun,
By the time you read this letter,
I don't want to write a definite complaint.
I want to say something to you for the last time,
but I'm afraid I'm going to act like I don't care.
I'm going to say it bluntly and directly.
I've always hated you.
I'm sure you've noticed.
You make me feel inferior.
Everything about you touches me.
You make me feel scared and run away.
You're diligent and considerate and make people laugh.
You dress like a clown and act like a woman,
and you make me feel like I'm reading a book.
It's like everything is looking at me.
I fell in love with you,
envy you,
feel inferior about you,
and admire you.
I was envious of you.
I wanted to be like you.
On the same appointment,
the executioner wrote you what he wanted you to do for me.
I hope you do that.
I trust you.
I'm counting on you,
my friend,
Misoro Gisshun.
You're kidding me.
[sniffing]
It certainly is Mizorogi-sensei's manuscript.
It's been a while since I last looked at a manuscript.
It brings back memories.
Even so, it has changed a lot since its publication.
The introduction is almost the same, but the development after that is completely different.
Well, I wonder if the landing point will change.
A woman who loved a man repents in order to gain his love.
In the end, the man she loved dies.
In the end, I also thought it would be better for the man to die.
When I finished reading it, the woman died and it was over.
Could you publish it?
Utsubora
Of course.
However...
Here...
I would like you to publish this letter from "Dofu" as a reminder.
As for me...
Yes.
Please publish it as "Mizorogi-shunmeigi".
If you say so...
Of course, you should also...
I am not an author.
I am...
[door opening]
[footsteps]
Because I am your...
character.
Toyomi.
Mr. Yatabe.
Only three months left for the first round.
Time flies.
Yes.
What are you doing now?
I heard you sold that house.
I live alone now.
Is it an empty house?
I was told to sell it.
I haven't sorted out my uncle's property yet.
Even if I make money again,
it's hard to pay off my debt.
All of his copyrights are yours now.
I told you.
Mr. Yatabe did it on his own.
He was determined.
He wanted you to keep it.
At least that's how he feels.
I'm not happy at all.
It's like you said,
but for a writer,
living is writing.
You write because you're alive.
You live because you're writing.
That's because you're a writer.
A writer who doesn't write is like a dead person.
So...
You're saying I died because I didn't write?
I'm like a fool.
Then you shouldn't have become a writer.
That's not what you think.
I don't care!
But...
I'm glad.
My uncle and I...
ate the food I made together...
took a walk...
taught me the name of the flowers...
always smiling like you're in a bit of trouble...
if only you were like that...
like that...
if only you were by my side...
I wanted to be with you more...
That's right...
"Utsubora" published after Mizorogi Shun's death was also a topic of discussion, and its sales were tremendous, making it Mizorogi Shun's representative work.
Its content has been greatly changed since the publication of the magazine, and its most important thing is the protagonist's name.
The protagonist's name is... Fuji no Aki.
Because I'm alive, I write.
Because I'm writing, I'm alive.
In the first place, do we need things like "living" and "writing" in order to live?
I'm just alive.
Because I'm alive, I'm alive.
That's fine for me.
Because I'm not a writer.