Chapter 2: 2

How do I say this.

My life had completely changed, to a sad direction.

Since I returned home, I felt something unusual.

My parents won’t look at me, and won’t talk to me either.

Although I think it’s strange.

I didn’t want to believe it.

But there is no doubt.

They are clearly avoiding me.

When I go to the dining room during meal times, my food is not prepared.

My mother looks away from me.

My father scowls at me.

My older brother and sister are confused.

I heard someone said “As expected.” from somewhere.

I get out of the room sighing.

I finally understand what my previous soul means when she said to prepare myself for the worst.

It seems that I no longer belong to this house.

So being a no-star has this kind of effect.

Now, what shall I do?

I’m hungry….

I want to do something about food.

A lot of things are tough for the 5-year-old me.

I left the house and entered the forest.

My eyes are blurred, but I’m not sad because I’m prepared!

I just feel frustrated.

Although I wanted to believe in my parents even just a little.

…I’m sad and lonely after all.

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My tears fluttered down.

Why am I…a no-star….

…

It’s no use even if I cry.

My stomach won’t be full.

Let’s find something to eat first.

Today is the first time I go into the forest alone.

It’s somehow scarier than the forest I always see.

Perhaps even monsters will appear.

What should I do…I want to go back…but I’m hungry.

The food I found was a slightly large fruit of a tree.

It’s a bit sour, but it can be eaten.

“So sour!”

It’s not just a bit, it’s pretty sour.

Although when I ate it last time, it was a little sweet.

I sit down at the tree roots.

What shall I do from tomorrow?

My previous soul is telling me.

She said to prepare to run away from this village.

But if I run away, where should I go?

I can’t fight monsters, can I live away from this village?

I want to stay in this village like this.

But I feel that it’s somehow impossible.

I wonder if everyone changed, just like my parents changed.

…Let’s go home and go to bed for today.

I wonder if my room is still there?

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