"Miss Aster… Who are you?"
I blinked at her, "What kind of question is that?"
She gestured at the painting she had just completed, "This… Do you see this?"
"Err… Yes? It's really beautiful."
"Compared to the ones I did before?"
I paused for a moment, "Erm… I guess it's better than the others? I'm not sure but I'm getting a more intense feeling from this one than I had with the others and I don't know why."
She stood up, "Exactly! Why is this the case?! Why is… Wait… If I think about this… This all makes sense doesn't it… I even called you my muse… This… Yes… I know now…"
Err… She just suddenly started talking to herself all of a sudden while looking like she was deep in thought…
She looked at me, "Miss Aster… You said you were a writer, correct?"
I nodded, "That's right… Is there something wrong?"
"No… I was just wondering… What do you do when you hit a wall?"
"You mean… Like a writer's block or something?"
"Yes. That's it. How do you deal with your writer's block?"
