I Shall Break Off Our Engagement For You
[Chapter 18]
Translated by: ME
Felicia spent the days following that incident away from Maisie.
As soon as she arrived in the classroom, she joined Rachel and the others, and when Maisie approached, they all moved to another spot.
She heard Maisie sadly telling friends who didn't know the situation well, [It seems like I'm being avoided...] but she didn't react at all.
Rachel completely regarded Maisie as an enemy.
[Just let her say what she wants. Eventually, everything will come to light.]
Cathy and Brittany chimed in as if they had just remembered something.
[I've been thinking this for a while, but all the shops and books Maisie tells everyone about, aren't they all Felicia's hand-me-downs?]
[She even talked about the shops we went to together as if she had discovered them herself.]
They said that they had kept quiet because they didn't think it was something to say in front of everyone, but it had always bothered them.
[Normally, in situations like that, I think you'd say you learned it from Felicia.]
[It's a small thing, but it was kind of irritating.]
Rachel snorted.
[Basically, Maisie is shameless. Even when no one invites her, she immediately asks, 'Can I come too?' Even now, she's acting like she's in a weak position, but I think Maisie is truly shameless at her core. That's why she can steal other people's writing without a second thought. Her nature is base.]
After spitting those words out, she suddenly frowned and apologized, [Felicia, I'm sorry.]
Because they're cousins, she meant.
Felicia shook her head.
She told the three of them that she had also been imitated by Maisie in the same poem.
Not only Cathy and Brittany, but Rachel also looked at Felicia in surprise.
[I thought some parts were well-written, so that's what it was.]
Rachel's brow furrowed.
[Maisie's poems had a mix of really clichéd parts and strangely well-written parts. Now I understand the reason.]
Felicia said, looking at the faces of the three of them.
[But unless someone is told, they wouldn't notice it was similar to my poem, right? You didn't think it was similar to my poem until I said something, did you? I think only the person who was plagiarized would notice.]
The three nodded with serious expressions.
Rachel said.
[Then she might be imitating other people's poems and writing them in other places too.]
Because she changes the details little by little, it's difficult to prove it's plagiarism.
Even if others see it, they'll only think, [Now that you mention it, it might be similar.]
With that level of imitation, even if you made a fuss, Maisie wouldn't be held accountable, and those around wouldn't pay attention.
If you made a fuss, there's a high possibility that the person making the fuss would be laughed at for being [self-conscious.]
[Even so, is it okay to be forgiven?]
The imitation of creative work, even if the person doing it does it lightly, can cause great damage to the person being imitated.
Creative works that spring from one's inner self are, without being conscious of it, a part of oneself.
The unpleasantness of others treating it as their own was truly terrible once you experienced it.
[I didn't write it for Maisie to steal.]
Rachel's face twisted in frustration.
[When I think about the possibility of it being stolen again, I hate writing poetry. I don't think I can ever write just for fun like I used to.]
[I understand.]
Felicia felt the same way.
She thought that the greatest sin of stealing creative works was taking away the pure joy of wanting to create something beautiful.
A trampled heart will never return to its original state.
Every time she tries to write something, the thought of [it was stolen] flashes through the corner of her mind, and a black haze casts a shadow over the joy of creation.
[The joy of writing poetry has disappeared somewhere for me too.]
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