Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

"Why... could someone who died a long time ago... appear here?"

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I have the second subject exam tomorrow so I only have time to code one book orz I will resume the pace of writing two books a day starting tomorrow!

[Futaba Line] Destiny: Chapter 4: The Encounter of the Past and the Future (Part 2)

Like sitting on pins and needles.

This was Hoshimi's first feeling when she invited him into Futaba's house and sat down in the living room.

Originally, he would be more natural and casual with Futaba than ever before - but that should only be the Futaba he was familiar with.

The woman in front of him, who was ten years older than him and had been staring at him, was actually not the person he had always known.

Her hair had grown longer, and both her appearance and figure were more mature than the Futaba he knew.

This feels weird.

Not to mention that now I am treated like a rare creature in a zoo by this person who is both familiar and unfamiliar to me.

Hoshimi moved her shoulders awkwardly, trying her best to unconsciously avoid Futaba's direct gaze.

"Um, what I just heard before entering the door...is it true?"

The black-haired boy put the water cup back on the table and asked his question directly in order to end the awkward silence as soon as possible.

"I... passed away a long time ago..."

"…………"

Futaba didn't reply to him immediately, but stared at the boy for a long time with deep and complex eyes, as if she wanted to carve his appearance into her memory - after a long time, she retracted her gaze and spoke slowly.

"At least that's what I thought until you showed up."

"Well, I'm not actually—"

"I know that without you even asking."

Perhaps she already knew the truth, or perhaps she wanted to prevent the boy from saying it himself. Futaba's lips curled up bitterly, and that smile seemed particularly sad for some reason.

"I haven't forgotten the memories of us traveling through time together in the past. And after all, how could someone maintain the same appearance for ten years?"

“Ah… yeah.”

It seems that Futaba is still the same Futaba, at least she is still so smart in terms of thinking logic, and she and I hit it off right away.

"So, maybe you accidentally came to the future during a time travel?"

"Yeah, that's true...and I don't know how to get back."

Just when Hoshimi thought he had made his intentions clear, and Futaba had cleverly understood his complicated experience, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief and relax her tense nerves.

"So cunning."

Futaba, who had been trying to show the composure of an adult in front of him with a wry smile, turned her head away and uttered these words softly in a somewhat awkward tone.

"A guy like you...you left so suddenly, and now you're back so suddenly..."

When she turned her face slightly, there seemed to be something flickering in her eyes that met the boy's gaze.

"For you, it might just be a matter of sleeping to get here, but for me...it took me ten years to get out of this situation."

"........."

Feeling Futaba's pain as she tried hard to suppress her grief and anger, Xingjian lowered his head slightly without saying a word, and clenched his fists on his knees.

That's true.

Put yourself in their shoes and imagine that your best friend passed away many years ago, and suddenly came back one day ten years later as if nothing had happened.

The outcome of this person's death was clearly engraved in his mind, but suddenly one day he realized that all his sadness over the years was unnecessary.

It is tantamount to digging out a bloody wound that has not yet healed and is scabbing.

If I were treated like this, I would be the one worrying about the outcome... I might not be able to control my emotions now.

"...I'm sorry, I was just talking to myself at first and didn't understand your feelings, Futaba."

Xingjian lowered his head very frankly and admitted his recklessness and mistakes.

No matter what, Futaba, who has reunited with her deceased loved one, should be given more time to sort out her emotions.

“…Same old thing.”

But what she didn't expect was that his honest apology without any hesitation made Futaba burst into laughter - although the pain locked between her brows was still not resolved.

"Sure enough, you haven't changed at all... No."

She turned her face away and whispered softly in a voice that only she could hear.

"Isn't that natural...? I'm the one who's changing with time."

"...Futaba..."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what expression I should use to face you now—to face Xingjian from ten years ago."

Futaba seemed to be unable to bear such a conversation. She stood up awkwardly and turned around, trying to keep her tone steady and slightly raised her head - probably to prevent something from falling.

"Actually, this isn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong... I lost control of my emotions and acted a little bit. I'm sorry."

Looking at Futaba sniffling with her back to him, and even trying hard to suppress this behavior, Xingjian could only sit there in silence, lowering his head to look at the water cup in front of him with some melancholy.

He couldn't be absolutely rational, and seeing Futaba so sad and excited, he actually felt a little sad too.

Because he knew Futaba very well. This guy usually hid his emotions very well, and always had a calm and cold face despite his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

After becoming an adult, this guy will definitely hide his emotions better and become a mature, stable and reliable adult.

But now her reaction to his sudden appearance was so capricious, like a child who was at a loss, clumsy and unable to control her emotions.

In fact, it also just illustrates his position in Futaba's heart.

"... Never mind. Actually, none of that matters anymore."

Futaba finally managed to calm down and turned around, looking at the boy in front of her with a look of self-blame on his face, and forced a smile.

"Compared to only being able to recall everything about you in photo albums and yearbooks, it's much better to be able to see you in person now."

She somewhat unconsciously reached out her hand to the boy, just as she had done before at the gate - but suddenly stopped in mid-air because she thought of something.

"…I'm sorry, I was really worried that you'd disappear any second. But for you, it seems like you only saw me ten years ago a few hours ago, right?"

The girl's hand trembled slightly in the air with some embarrassment, and then she forced a smile, probably thinking that such an action would be a bit abrupt for Xingjian, so she planned to take it back.

This guy is still thinking about his feelings. In order to make Xingjian adapt to the current atmosphere, he wants to find the feeling between the two of them in middle school.

——This kind of thing is easy for Hoshimi, but for Futaba, who is already a working person ten years later, isn’t it a bit too much to ask?

"...It's okay, I can understand how you feel right now, Futaba."

The black-haired boy shrugged, stood up, gradually closed the distance between them, and gave her a reassuring smile.

"I was here ten years ago. You can say whatever you want to me."

He also curled his lips helplessly.

"At least now... there won't be any cases of people leaving without saying goodbye."

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I'm so sorry for the late update. I was so angry watching the Olympics that I haven't recovered for a long time orz

[Futaba Line] Destiny: Chapter 4: The Encounter of the Past and the Future (Part 3)

How would you feel if a close friend who passed away ten years ago suddenly appeared in front of you one day in the same state as before his death?

Xingjian himself couldn't imagine what Futaba was feeling, not to mention that he had no way of drawing any conclusions from Futaba's expression as she tried hard to suppress her grief and anger.

He only knew that the guy in front of him was very sad.

Although he was still in the same state as ten years ago, the Futaba Rio in front of him had experienced ten years without his knowledge and had ten years more life experience than him.

But even so, time could not wash away her sorrow.

The moment he appeared in front of her, the complex expression and crystal liquid flashing in her eyes have been lingering in Xingjian's mind.

It was a look that was a mixture of joy, disbelief, and fear of getting any closer.

——How important am I to her that I can’t even control my emotions even though I’m so patient.

A little bit upset.

Seeing Futaba pretending to be strong but constantly losing her composure, Xingjian felt a little depressed and painful for no reason.

She lost ten years of her own life – how did she get through it?

“…I’m fine.”

Although her brows would still twitch slightly occasionally, Futaba seemed to have calmed down. She tried to maintain a calm tone and waved to Xingjian.

"I'm sorry... Seeing you back again, I can't help but get a little emotional. Please treat these actions as normal human emotions that can make you feel uncomfortable, and don't take them to heart."

——Still trying to be brave.

It seems like this guy hasn't made any progress over the years... Is it because of someone that he's been stuck in the same place?

"If you haven't gotten used to it yet, it's okay to try to stay with me for a while until you get used to it."

Hoshimi shook her head and did not express any dissatisfaction with Futaba's behavior of being reluctant to show her vulnerability.

On the contrary, he actually understands it very well.

"Why did you choose to come to me? Logically speaking, shouldn't you hide your identity as a time traveler?"

The focus of Futaba's question is probably on the first half of the sentence.

She should have realized later why Xingjian revealed that he was from ten years ago.

But why her?

Why not choose to appear in front of other people, but choose to come to her.

"To be honest, I didn't understand what was going on at first."

Xingjian smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I just remember that I slipped for no apparent reason at the shrine the night before, and when I woke up I was here."

Futaba's expression seemed to change when she heard "shrine" and "slip".

"But after arriving in a time and space ten years later, I had no idea where to go. After running around like a headless chicken, I discovered that the me in this time and space seemed to have died a long time ago."

He curled his lips in frustration, too lazy to complain about why he always encountered such bad luck.

"I have absolutely no idea how to get back home, or how to resolve this situation. Plus, it's already late and I can't sleep on the streets—so if I really have to find someone for help, or even just to stay temporarily."

The black-haired boy raised his head and met Futaba's gaze, which had been fixed on him.

"The first person I thought of was you, Futaba."

"……I see."

The boy's sincere eyes didn't look like he was lying.

Besides, there was no reasonable explanation as to why he appeared here in the same manner as he did ten years ago.

"It's getting late now, so you can rest at my house for the night. Whatever comes up, we can wait until tomorrow morning to discuss it."

Futaba looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. The tip of the hour hand had unknowingly passed the twelve o'clock position.

Well, although Xingjian is actually very concerned about the cause of his own death...it is better to rest for a night and recharge his energy first.

"Ah, um... Futaba, are your parents still abroad?"

The boy looked around awkwardly, afraid that his sudden visit would disturb other members of Futaba's family who might be there.

"If you mean now, then yes. But if you mean in the past ten years, they have come back."

Futaba took the water cup away from the table, her tone faintly lonely and melancholy.

"You're unaware of much that's happened in the past ten years, and that's understandable. You're so cunning... You're the only one who's still in your teens."

"........."

Xingjian was tactful and didn't say much. He just followed Futaba and let her lead him to the guest room of Futaba's house.

However, in fact, Xingjian took all the words she said inadvertently to heart.