When I Go Back in Time, My Ex-wife Is Making a Passionate Approach to Me, and I’m Having Trouble With It
In order to write a short story, I will suspend the full-length novel I am currently writing.
A short story is a story that must be completed in a short period of time so that I can learn how to write a novel.
I start up my computer and begin writing the short story.
Tachibana told me that I did not need to make a plot for writing a short story, so I did not make a plot this time.
I wrote the short story for about an hour.
“I wrote it.”
I stopped tapping on the keyboard and pressed the save button. My first short story was complete.
“May I read it?”
Haruka stopped tapping her hand and asked me.
“Sure,”
Haruka moves her chair next to mine and looks at the computer screen.
After reading silently for a while, Haruka let out a breath and looked at me.
“I think it’s good. I think it’s interesting.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I think it’s got a good change of pace, and I think it’s interesting. It’s a bit of a zamaa, right.”
The story is about a guy who treats his girlfriend like an object of decoration, but when he gets injured, he loses his value, and she dumps him.
“But it’s hard to get the zamaa out of it, since the main character is the one who gets the short end of the stick,”
Haruka makes a good point. Basically, readers read novels with an emotional attachment to the protagonist. So, if the protagonist is a villain, it is certain that some readers will feel uncomfortable.
“Still, overall, I think the book is well written.”
Having received Haruka’s endorsement, I patted my chest in relief.
“May I take a look too?”
Tachibana interrupted. I nodded and showed Tachibana my novel.
“This is twisted, isn’t it?”
Tachibana bit back a laugh.
“I can only think that the author is twisted to make the main character look like this.”
“Is it still no good?”
“Not bad. I think it’s interesting.”
Tachibana nodded as she turned to smile.
“Is it true?”
“Yes,. The writing is easy to understand this time, and I think it’s good.”
I was happy to be praised by Tachibana. Haruka has a tendency to favor me and give me lenient evaluations, so I was honestly happy about this evaluation.
“Can I read your novel, Kurosaki-san, too?”
“You will?”
“No?”
“I don’t mind.”
Haruka balked a little and handed over the computer screen to me.
The novel Haruka was writing was, surprisingly, a love story. It was about a divorced couple who remember how much they miss each other and get back together again. In reality, divorce is the end of the story, but the novel revealed Haruka’s romantic side.
“It’s very unusual. It’s unusual for Kurosaki-san to write a romantic novel.”
“I thought since it was a short story, I’d try something new.”
I see. The short story can be a touchstone to challenge a new genre. In that sense, Haruka probably tried her hand at a new genre.
“So, what did you think of the novel?”
“Eh? Yeah.
I think it’s good. I don’t think it’s very realistic, but I think it’s dreamy.”
“I wonder if it’s not realistic.”
“Well. I think that once you decide to divorce, it means that you’re over that much. I think it’s hard to start over if you don’t give it time.”
“That’s not a dream come true.”
Haruka bit her lip and squeezed out the words.
It’s true that it’s not dreams. But in reality, there are no dreams.
If you put yourself in my shoes, you can see that. If you think about it in terms of me and Haruka, there is no way we will ever start over. I’m divorced, and I’ve never missed Haruka, nor do I want to go back. But maybe that’s because I’m going back in time and dealing with Haruka from my high school days. If I had completely separated from Haruka, would I have missed her?
“I think it’s an interesting novel. And the heroine is cute.”
“Heroine, cute?”
Haruka’s cheeks blushed for some reason.
“Yeah. I think she’s cute.”
“Mou, Shinohara-kun.”
Haruka slapped me on the back and became very happy. I wonder if she was the model for this heroine. I thought it was cute that Haruka thought she was being praised, even though I had praised the heroine of the novel. In high school, I used to think that even the smallest of gestures were cute. But I’d forgotten even that.
“Can I read Tachibana’s novel too?”
“Sure.”
I read Tachibana’s novel. Tachibana’s novel was a fantasy. It was not the typical type fantasy. It was a story of a small love that unfolded in an original world.
Tachibana’s novels were eye-catching. The overwhelming power of her writing kept my attention. With its rough and rugged writing, Tachibana’s novel once again made me groan.
“This is amazing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it really drew me in.”
When I said that, Haruka pulled my sleeve.
“Also, did you like Tachibana-san’s novel?”
“…… Yeah, this one’s great.”
“I’m so disappointed.”
Haruka bit her lip and looked down. Haruka’s novel this time was not in her favorite genre, so I guess it can’t be helped. Haruka writes stable novels. That’s why I think she can’t break through. I think that to write a work that stands out, she needs the effort to abandon stability and take on a challenge.
Still, I like Haruka’s novels. Because I like her novels, I want her to go through with them. I want her to write a great novel, one that is even more penetrating than the novels she wrote when she was married to me. If I can be the catalyst, I’ll be the catalyst all the way.