What I Realized After Regressing in My 18th Year as a Supporting Character

“Cecilia!”

Ah, the light came on.

The wooden planks of the carriage were torn away, and my eyes met the three men’s.

I didn’t care if they called my name, as long as they saved me.

But… .

They immediately turned their heads away from me and only saved Cecilia on the other side.

I thought they’d return, but all I could hear was the faint voice calling out to Cecilia, fading away.

So now… I’ve been abandoned?

No, no matter what, leaving her behind… Damn it!

I won’t do it. I won’t be Cecilia’s friend.

I won’t be a supporting actor!

How great are they?

I made a promise as my vision faded.

***

My heart pounded.

“Liana! What do you mean?”

“Cecilia, you’ll probably never know.”

This much I could say for sure.

Whether it was an illusion or reality, the events leading up to the carriage capsizing, the days I tried to protect you, the countless tears I shed in between trying to fit in.

The reward I received was abandonment.

The afterimages of the three men who had left me behind to save you, Cecilia, were so vivid.

I took a deep breath.

Perhaps it was my imagination that felt the sharp, refreshing air piercing my lungs.