By the end of September, I had just been living an ordinary life.

The hatred I once felt toward Sophia from the original story had mostly faded by then.

What I disliked was just a character in a book, and the person in front of me... she was a different Sophia than the one from my memories.

It was similar to Claire’s case. Of course, even when she was just a character, I had liked Claire, but if anyone had asked me whether the Claire next to me now was the same as the one from the story, I would …