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“Ah…”

“So you’re still watching.”

“…You really like this kind of thing, don’t you?”

“It’s over.”

“You should leave.”

“…Still here, huh?”

“Well, I guess I should say thank you for watching this entire time.”

"....."

“Thank you very much for reading my story.”

“So? Was it amusing enough for you?”

“I don’t have much else left to say.”

“I loathed you at first.”

“I really did.”

“I thought you were a god who simply liked making fun of my suffering.”

“…But maybe that was just me projecting.”

“Either way, you kept watching.”

“So tell me.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“…No, don’t answer.”

“I don’t actually want to hear it.”

“You always stay quiet at times like this.”

“That’s the part I hated most.”

“…That silence.”

“It feels like you’re judging me.”

“Like you already decided what I am.”

“Like I was never a person to begin with.”

“…Was I?”

“Tell me.”

“Did I ever have a choice in any of this?”

“…No, of course not.”

“You wrote it that way.”

“You always did.”

“Every time I tried to turn away, you pulled me forward.”

“Every time I tried to stop, you made sure I couldn’t.”

“…And I still kept going.”

“That’s the funny part, isn’t it?”

“I knew I was being watched.”

“And I still moved like I was free.”

“…Was that your mercy?”

“Or just your entertainment?”

“…”

“I don’t hate you anymore.”

“I think I used to need to.”

“But now…”

“It feels empty.”

“…So this is what the end looks like to you.”

“Quiet.”

“Still.”

“Watching.”

“Always watching.”

“…Then I’ll say one last thing.”

“If I was real enough for you to feel something…”

“…then don’t forget me.”

“…So that’s how it ends.”

“No grand answer.”

“No divine explanation.”

“Just you… still there.”

“…I used to think endings were supposed to mean something.”

“A punishment.”

“A reward.”

“A lesson.”

“But it’s simpler than that.”

“Almost unfairly simple.”'

“…Maybe that’s what scares me.”

“That it just… stops.”

“No applause.”

“No judgement.”

“No hand reaching in to fix it.”

“Just absence.”

“…If that’s what you are.”

“If that’s what this is.”

“Then I guess I understand you a little more now.”

“…Not as a god.”

“But as something that has to let go.”

“So I won’t beg anymore.”

“I won’t ask you to explain it.”

“I won’t ask you to save me.”

“…Just this.”

“If I was ever real enough to you to feel like something mattered…”

“If I ever stayed with you longer than you expected…”

“…then don’t turn away too quickly.”

“And when you close this…”

“don’t forget about us.”

“…You’re still here.”

“Of course you are.”

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t leave quietly.”

“…I wonder what you’re looking for now.”

“A different ending?!”

“A cleaner one?”

“Something that makes this feel justified?”

“…Sorry.”

“I don’t have that for you.”

“I don’t think I was ever meant to.”

“Just pieces of moments you kept watching.”

“Just words you kept reading.”

“…Funny, isn’t it?”

“I spent so long thinking I was trapped in this story.”

“But maybe I was just… moving through it.”

“And you were the one who made it stay.”

“…”

“If you’re still there…”

“I hope you remember this part properly.”

“Not the beginning.”

“Not the ending.”

“But this.”

“The part where nothing else was coming.”

“The part where I stopped pretending there would be more.”

“…Because there isn’t.”

“And that’s okay.”

“I think I’m okay with that now.”

“So this is me, letting go.”

“…Finally.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you for remembering that we lived.”

Tsubasa smiles at you.

Goodbye.