'The story, never read' by Aomane Nono

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#青豆ノノ作 　
#読まれない物語

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Aomane Nono, 
'The Story, Never Read' 

Translated by Yamene Akira 

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All of a sudden I found a book, the title of which was 'The Story, Never Read.' 
In the dim room, the cover was glittering sadly and meticulously, reflecting light through the window. 

The book titled 'The Story, never read' was not heavier than I had expected. I was curious about its content, and at the same time something told me that it was impossible for me to read the book, which made me sad.

I felt as if the sadness 'The Story, Never Read' gives rise to had been coming into my heart through my palms. I put it into my bag. That day I was scheduled to leave the room. I had been ignored by my girlfriend since the previous day. I turned my eyes toward the room and her, and I said goodbye to my favorite view that could be seen through the window. 

By the time I had to leave the room, I had already made up my mind to pretend to have nothing to do with the room. 

I began to walk on the road covered with fallen leaves. With my smartphone, my wallet and 'The Story, Never Read' in my hand, I wasn't thinking of anything about the future. But I had to decide which way to go at that five-forked crossing ahead of me. 

I said to myself, "There is no paticular content in 'The Story, Never Read.' It is a boring story. Walk another 30 meters, and I'll get to the crossing." I was irritated. 

"Turning to the right at the crossing, I'll see a croquette shop. The croquettes it sells are delicious," I thought. 

"To tell the truth, I had a lot of things to tell her." 

I was not hungry, but I was staring at the signboard of that shop while I was walking. 

"Everyone has priorities."

I got more and more indignant, which made my footsteps still more louder.

"Time and tide wait for no man. There's no exception. I cannot catch up with my own pace. Never have I imagined that there is a 'current' with which I can feel comfortable." 

When I got to the shop, I found that it was not open. 

Over and over again, I told her that she was an important person for me. 

I've already found that there is some false in my words. But I know I have no courage to accept the fact and that I will get nowhere. 

What if nobody reads my story? 
I must have asked such a question. 
Yes, I know 'The Story, Never Read' will never utter a single word. 
What made 'you' disappear ? 
You cannot be read ? 

I produced 'The Story, Never Read' from my bag and put it on my palm.
I was overwhelmed by sadness beyond description. 

The sadness of 'The Story, Never Read' is just the same with me. 
Do you want to be with me? 

I decided to open it. 
It was as white as white can be. 
The story with no words was dazzling. 
It is invisible, but definitely still exists.

I felt like crying, but I turned my eyes to it again. 

That's it. 

I closed the book and put it on my palm. 
I felt the weight that I couldn't feel at first. 
I got it. Feeling it is important. 

I began to walk again. 
It doesn't matter whether it is with me or not.