"why……""I'm, I'm alive, I'm worthless, I'm social garbage!""……That kind of thing""It's been a year since I joined the company, but I keep failing! I'm getting scolded every day! I've been told many times that there's no point in having you! I'm laughed at, and even a silly guy who can't work is bullied by my peers! I'm useless and nobody needs me... I'm nothing more than garbage! There's no point in being alive!!" I break down in tears as I speak. It seems that she was so frustrated that her job wasn't going well, that she was under pressure from above and below, and that she didn't want to live with such a miserable feeling, so she tried to commit suicide."What are you saying, you're trash in society..." I broke my knees in front of the crying woman."If you say it's trash... then mine is trash.""Eh..." I smile as hard as I can at her who raises her face slightly, I don't know if I did it well.“At my age, I’m still a part-t
I don't want to create more sad existences like Hinata that nobody notices."please……" I put my head to the ground and begged."Please don't die" I'm so uncool that I'm complaining with a tearful voice. It's pathetic that I'm dragging myself down. I know that I can't handle this situation alone. I still don't want to pull it. I feel like an idiot."Please don't die... if you die, you can't..." I just frantically repeated it. I couldn't find any other words for it. There's no way I can wrap up her feelings in this state. It's not like I'm dexterous enough to make other people's girlfriends feel at ease. Just because. I can't go home easily. I can't leave this person alone. ……Excuse me. I'm sorry that I can only say this. It w
I started a night shift part-time job at a convenience store.1Kakyomprevious episode---TenEpisode 14 Sinking1 It always starts with looking down at Hinata, covered in blood and throwing his limbs on the ground. An unusual amount of sweat coming out of my body. My breathing has been shallow and painful for a long time. A shock that made me feel as if my heart had been cut in half with a knife. Through the railing on the roof, I look at Hinata who jumped down. Dressed like a crushed frog, Hyuga twitched on the concrete and floated in a large pool of blood, but his eyes were still staring at me. I want to scream and run away from here at any moment. My hand grabs the railing and won't let go. The body cannot move while leaning forward. Instead, only a pathetic groan comes out of his mouth. and. I notice the presence standing right next to me. Confirm its existence by moving only its eyeballs. It was Hinata. Hinata should have jumped and committed suicide. With his lon
On the other side of my half-closed field of view, Mr. Takenaka is boiling water and carving something with a kitchen knife in front of my dilapidated stove. I fell down in the washroom and was about to hit the back of my head with a bang. I grabbed her shoulder and put her back on the futon. in a little while. After she was able to breathe properly, Mr. Takenaka put a cup of Pocari on her bedside and carefully explained. From last night until I woke up. Most of my memories were gone, but it seems that I had caused trouble to many people, including Mr. Takenaka, without realizing it. Last night. It seems I collapsed while serving customers. Mr. Takenaka was in the room with me. I fell down while I was working at the register, and the customers who were there were all surprised, and the store seemed to be in a light commotion. Mr. Takenaka quickly took me to the back room, but I developed a very high fever and did not respond to any calls. It is said that Aoyama-san rushed ove
Can I delete this e-mail? No, even if I erased it, the next time we met, people would probably ask me about it. I'm afraid I have something different... Just as I was hesitant, Mr. Takenaka came with a steaming deep plate and a plate with several cut watermelons on top."My little sister came two hours ago.""Huh!? He came!?" Acha. You still come without an appointment, so you idiot!“So, when I explained the situation, they left this behind.” Putting everything on the table, Mr. Takenaka said."Didn't you say something strange...""…………,in particular……" That bastard who never said anything..."I'm sorry... I even let you cook...""No, it's easy anyway." can you get up? Mr. Takenaka asked me next. Perhaps he decided that it was impossible after looking at it for a while, so he went around to the futon and helped me raise my arms weakly to wake me up. Let's go. A brief signal was given, and the body was slowly lifted up with a stable support so as not to put too much strain on
When I gradually regain my composure. Mr. Takenaka placed a slice of watermelon on a small plate and placed it in front of me. The amount of risotto wasn't that much, so it still fills my stomach. I'm the only one who eats, and I can't eat this much. I decided to have Mr. Takenaka eat it too. In front of Mr. Takenaka are two plates with watermelons on them. This one with a spoon sticking vertically on one side is that one. About Yagura. When I stuck a spoon in the middle, from diagonally behind Mr. Takenaka, Doron---, Yagura appeared. As usual, I felt the power of her height, which seemed to be two meters light, and I held her breath and was glued to her. The sound of my heavy armor makes a deep yaguraHeadKobedrooped. No, no, there's also the matter the other day... and this is where I want to bow my head. The wind of the electric fan dries up the traces of my tears. In the room where the television is not turned on and the wind chime rings occasionally, only the sound of sizzl
His voice trembles, and his hands tremble with him. Even if the corners of my eyes became hot again, I continued to spit out words.“I bullied him… I don’t remember that, but… I said something cruel to him… He said that he was a liar, that he was a liar…” I don't remember, but maybe worse."Wow, he was a good guy... but something happened that caused me to fight and break up with him..." Right after that. That guy jumped off the roof."I can't think of any other reason. He was a peculiar person who was friendly and did nothing but do strange things, but everyone liked him. He wasn't harassed. His family environment was normal..." A guy like that, committing suicide... no reason to commit suicide. Other than the words I left out, it doesn't apply..."Worst of all, I wanted to forget about his suicide, so I kept running away from it. I never looked back, never visited his grave...all the time...and started working at that convenience store, Mr. Takenaka. I was able to see the same
I felt weird. Even though I'm asleep, for some reason I'm clearly conscious. But I can't feel my body. As if I was watching a movie, I was watching myself. That's me back then, high school me with undyed short hair and dull glasses. Wearing the uniform of the baseball club, he takes care of the ball alone on the bench. The ground is empty and the surroundings are dim. Most of the members have already left. it was. At that time, most of the guys had a girlfriend during their club activities, or skipped out on going to live performances. I was just running around without showing any interest. Even after my friends left, I remained on the ground for as long as time allowed. It's not that I'm trying to appeal that I'm a hard worker by forcing myself to stay. This time after club activities was a blissful time for me to calm down more than anything else. It's almost my daily routine to remove all the mud from the used ball and polish it to make it beautiful. I've been told many t