Megumi

Megumi Kuninori is a writer in the AIU.

She loves playing TRPG, and she is interested in writing game scenarios.

Egg Yolk

The joy you gave me was a bright orange.

Everyone loves you. You change your shapes to make everyone smile.

Someone loves boiled eggs.

Someone loves fried eggs.

Someone loves omelet.

I loved scrambled eggs,

so you always cooked them for me.

What I did was just sit on the chair and eat your plates.

Fluffy, creamy, savory eggs in front of me.

The bright orange was like the sun.

I was happy.

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But one day.

It was a Sunday. The sound of rain. I sat in a chair, and saw my plate.

There are two eggs scrambled by her. It was a usual, but I was full.

I did not talk anything, everything was paused.

…I realized I could not understand you anymore.

I put my fork and shake my head. When you saw me, you stopped cooking.

I tried to eat you,

understand you,

accept you.

I wanted you to be part of me nutritious, as a friend, as a favorite breakfast, as a love.

But I couldn’t.

Because you stayed in your egg shell.

I couldn’t.

If you didn’t cook, who would make my breakfast?

I couldn’t cook you,

I dropped the egg to crack your shell.

The egg was dropped

and we

were over.

I don’t know how to crack an egg.

You hadn’t told me.

One day

The sun is a spotlight for me.

Soft green carpet

Beautiful blue drop curtain

The smell of fresh wind

They are all for me.

I am here.

On the stage,

I stood with the weight of my being.

I am here.

a bench for the audience

I would never be there.

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