When Moe Painting came home, the house was rough.
My parents haven't come home from work yet.The increase in commuting time led to a slower return than before.
My aunt, who lives with me, must have gone to the facility to pick up my grandmother.I don't always come back to talk to the public.
I came back from the rental apartment to the big house and had more time to be alone.
A bungalow with a large garden. Gardens are marked everywhere by unsuitable garden trees and fallen leaves, either due to the absence of a caretaker.
Walk down the dark hallway to your room in the back.
Along the way, I passed through the Japanese-style room with a faint aroma of incense and stopped my feet.
Still a new Buddhist altar. A picture framed on the shelf beside it reflects the light that leaks in.
My grandfather was always my playmate when I was little.
The closest and only person to play with the cute painting without friends.
He always listens to the irresistible story of the adorable painting and nods with a smile, even if he says a little selfish.Now that I think about it, it was very spoiled.He was my favorite grandfather.
I talk about everything at home, but I don't talk much outside.
That's why I couldn't call anyone my friend after I went to elementary school.
I have a grandfather when I get home.Maybe I didn't feel the need for it.
Such an adorable painting has also changed.Was it not long before I entered elementary school?
A birthday present. Even though my parents said no, my grandfather always bought me what I wanted for the birthday of the moe painting.
That's why I wanted to give something in return for my grandfather's birthday.
When I asked if there was anything I wanted,
"I wonder if there's anything I'd like you to say right now.But I'd be happy if Moe brought my friends. "
That's what they said.
I didn't know what to do. I was lost. I'm in trouble.
And after trouble, "Grandpa told me to bring my friends."
She said so courageously to the girl sitting next to her in the classroom.
The child is a popular type that actively pulls everyone away, opposite to the cute painting of the time.
I had never spoken to her before, and she said such a thing with no context at all.
But perhaps you liked the honest thing.She laughed and took on the pleasure.
The joy of my grandfather when I took her home.
Then, I stopped resisting speaking to people from myself.Speaking out of sight to his classmates, he invited them to come to play and took them home.
My grandfather was pleased every time.While doing so, he was always less introverted and less afraid of any opponent.
"Moe Painting is a good kid who can get along with anyone," the grandfather's words backed him up.
But everything didn't work out.
When I took another kid home, my grandfather said, "What happened to the last kid?She looked suspicious.She was the first child to come home after listening to Moe Painting.
As a matter of fact, I had a quarrel with the child a while ago, with caution.It was a pile of fine things that made me angry with the relentless attitude of Moe Painting.
I can't remember exactly what I said to my grandfather.
"Because she speaks ill of me.I have a lot of friends, that's enough. "
I feel like I answered that.
Maybe I don't remember because it was a fake.Maybe because it was strong.But I remember exactly what my grandfather told me after that.
"It's only natural for friends to see bad things.Being careful is being very courageous.You're a good friend. We need to make up. "
Still, Moe didn't do what she said.
I didn't like telling you to get rid of the pain in my ears, so I kept it away without even making up.
"I hate grandfathers who say such mean things!"
On the contrary, Moe Painting rebelled.
My grandfather thought he was on his side no matter what, but he felt betrayed.
Since then, I've stopped taking my friends home because I have a loud grandfather.
Originally, almost none of the children wanted to go to play again just because Moe Painting forced me to.But at that time, I hadn't noticed.
Afterwards, I decided to move at my father's convenience.
After moving, I stopped communicating with my friends until then, and my relationship started almost from scratch.But I didn't think it was such a problem.I was proud to be able to make friends right away.
Groups that stand out in the class are friendly and actively talk to children who don't.
I decided not to join the group but to deal with all my classmates.
Because I can get along with anyone.
Even as a high school student, the moe painting remained the same.
It was a very small girl who changed seats next to her for the first time as a sophomore.
A child named Sae Suzuki, said her name was similar, and she called her "Sae-chan" from the day she next door.
Sae didn't seem to have any friends in her class.I've never even seen him talking to anyone.
With that in mind, Moe Painting always worked more actively.
Less than a month after changing seats, Saeki tended to leave school.
I stopped coming for a week.
I think it was the last time that Moe Painting told me that she didn't have the app when she tried to get her contact information, and she told me that it was a lie and I couldn't believe it.
I went directly to my teacher to ask him why Saeki was resting.
He didn't answer at first, but he kept asking.
"Suzuki-san, I feel a little tired.Because each person has a sense of distance. "
I was told that it was dull.I didn't understand the meaning at first.But while I was thinking about taking it home, doubts arose.
Since then, Moe Painting has also tended to leave school.
One, two, three days.
He said he wasn't feeling well and took a short break.It was a fact that I was not feeling well.
I got a call from my teacher saying that Saeki also came to school.
And the next time I went to school, the seat of Moe Painting had changed.There was a change of seat.
Saeki and I were separated from each other to the point where it was obvious.It was said that the seat change was a lottery made by the owner, and the seat of the resting Moe Painting became an extra seat.
Since then, I have never been able to avoid Saeki again.At last, Moe Painting never even called his name... his last name.
I didn't know what to say anymore.
I wondered whether I should apologize to Saeke.However, I was not directly told that the moe painting was bad.Maybe it's all just my imagination.
Besides, I didn't do it in bad faith.I was just trying to get along.That feeling was at the root.After all, the semester ended without a single change.
Immediately after the summer vacation, my grandfather died.It was a sudden obituary.
When I was working in the garden, I fell off the stepladder and said I had a bad impact.
Unlike my ill grandmother, who had been ill since the time Moe Painting arrived, she should still be fine.He said he would live long from day to day.
Eventually, it was convenient for me to return to this house, my father's home.
Sometimes I refused to come home for a reason, and I barely met my grandfather and barely listened to him.
But my grandfather was told that he was worried about the moe painting when he touched it.
Pass through the hallway to escape the smell of incense and go to your room.
Throw your body into the bed, take out your phone, and follow the line with Wei Li.
Interaction over and over again.Your hand stops trying to hit the message.
The face I saw when I first met him after I transferred to school.
As soon as I saw it, it was stiff.I almost forgot until I saw my face, but my memory came back as if I were flashing back.
Because Wei Li was similar to Saeki.Be quiet, not noticeable... and above all, the way you laugh when Moe Painting talks to you.I smiled like I was forced to fix it.
However, Wei Li looked like someone else back then.
It must be bright enough to be seen differently, and you must not remember anything about an adorable painting.
It happens that this happened the last time.
I'm not supposed to hate myself.You should be able to get along. I thought so.
Turn off the call app and launch the memory app instead.
You get along with whatever you like.I'm excited about what I'm good at. I'll leave it at home.Skinship. I'm kidding. We'll do something together..... "
Examine a lot and erase the entire note that was stubbornly struck.
I was thinking, worried, and trying desperately to get along, but I couldn't.
On the contrary, I don't even know how I've ever been with my friends.
I had never thought about how to get along just by acting like I liked it before.
In the first place, people thought they were friends unilaterally, and maybe they weren't all friends.
While I was listening to Li, I learned that she was called the "seat killer next door".
It was hard to believe that Wei Li was called that way, and I thought there must be some mistake.
I don't have a fight anymore, and when I try saying that I am the seat killer next door, I feel that the unexpected reaction is good.
When I told you about the battle, we played together, and finally only Li had a change... it was fun.
I felt like I would get along if I went in this direction, and I thought it might work.
--I 'm not really the seat killer next door.So, let's not make such jokes anymore.
Wei Li had a serious face he had never seen before.
They hated me again.No, he always hated me.
I was just pretending not to notice and deceiving you.
I should have done it as usual.So many friends. I just happened to have bad luck the other day.I mean, it was my grandfather who was wrong, a friend who said something bad about himself...
(No, the bad thing is, everything was wrong....)
The next seat killer was just a joke to get along with Li.
You betrayed the child in the seat next to you who asked for your wish, and sometimes you chased him away... without apologizing, and you're still on your way.And I still hurt you unpunished.
Such a human being is just a nickname.
Because I'm literally real...
(I'm... the next seat killer.)