"Wake up, you useless piece of shit! You're this close!" I cried out with all my might as I spat out blood.
"Don't die! Don't die! Don't die!" I repeatedly yelled.
Each scream gets silent as time passed by... while I slowly succumb to the void devouring my existence.
The blank night sky and the crimson moon started fading away... as if a black hole was absorbing it.
The harbor began disappearing too... Well, at least its remains.
What used to be an iconic piece of infrastructure is now reduced to dust and pebble.
And along with the dirt and shrapnel, a pile of corpses blankets the ground like snow. For every second, the void threatens to fully envelop the hell I've been living in... like it's mere moments away from becoming just another memory.
"I want to go back..." I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes.
|...|
I opened my eyes and silently said, "I'm here again, huh?"
I've lost count of how many tim
"If there was something I'm mortally afraid of in the race called life, it's ending up where I used to be."-Author's shower thoughts.
Uhh... No reply?! What the hell is this supposed to mean? I feel like they know something I don't, and it's not good news. "Master... I'd like t-to update you about something." Nori barely muttered. "G-Go ahead..." While scratching her head with a poker face, Nori exclaimed, "Uhh... Master, you may die." "Eh?" |...| The fate of Midway lies in my hands. I can feel the unbearable weight of the task ahead of me, crushing my sanity like crumpling paper. And I don't know if some seventeen-year-old pessimistic sadboi can bear the burden. What's worst is, despite such arduous ordeal coming at my face full speed, the people I relied on are acting like children... at the MOST CRUCIAL moment of the crisis! "C-Come on, Master! What are we waiting for? Let us do the switch." Nori exclaimed as she awkwardly giggled. Even without trying, I can tell that smile is fake! It's no use trying to talk it out of her! Perhaps
"Mama... Papa... don't die!" "I'm sorry... this is the life you were born to... promise me, find your happiness." "Oi! Old man... D-Don't talk like that... t-this isn't funny! "Don't start crying now, dumbass... save you tears... until they're tears of joy." He smiled... and died. He dare apologize for giving me the best life he is capable of?! Why did you have to die? If I hadn't waited for that bitch, this wouldn't have happened! As a gallon of tears flow from my eyes, I hear a faint, feminine voice whisper... "Miles..." "Mama? Not you too..." If I can't save father, at least let me rescue you! But how?! If I check her pulse... I seized mother's hands, but when I pressed down my fingers, I felt a weak beat slowly decelerating... Hahaha... It's too... late. "It's okay..." she muttered... and smiled. Why are you smiling?! Can't you see what's happening?! That's not helping at all! Don't d
I sat down on my classroom chair, with my head facing the ceiling and my feet on the table, and began dissecting the situation. After a comfortable amount of time, I'm still hesitant about whether or not to go. There could be a hidden agenda. I'm one of the people who write in the school newspapers, so I'm a possible asset for her. And not only do I not have a single friend in school, but I'm also the most hated person... since I exposed a particular idiot with my power as a journalist. Most people think I went too far, I have not an ounce of regret, but it made me a bigger target. She may be an associate of the guy I exposed, so considering these factors, there are too many uncertainties. Every cell of my body wants to bail on her, it was too suspicious, and it was too sudden. |...| After a few hours, I head home. But, as I walk past the school gate, I found myself staying. My body wasn't cooperating with me. The devil on my right sho
Wait! What is that faint, soft, and soothing calling out my name? This voice reminds me of my... mother. Whenever I was sick, I'd listen to her comforting voice beside me. Even now, it comforts me! Hearing my mother's voice gives me an ounce of hope and cargo of fear. It'd be best to hear unfamiliar voices now, but if it's the worst-case scenario, then maybe they're still alive. I took two more steps. At this range, the silhouette of the two bodies... is now more... Coherent... I let out a scream that made my throat bleed... What the fuck is this?! Is this real?! This can't be happening! This is a sick joke! Come on now! A child should never see an image of their dying parents. But what am I looking at now?! This can't be real! This is too cruel! I can't live with this image embedded in my mind! This isn't fair! I might as well die with them right now! You can't take away the only people that have acknowledged my existence!
Evening came, and I haven't done anything productive. I'm in the bedroom with the book and pen I found earlier. It's oddly comforting to have since it's the only objects in this apartment that don't remind me of them. I sat and reached for my portable table. I feel like writing; I'm an aspiring writer anyway. It'd be a waste to throw it away, and it may help me recover. I'm the type of guy who'd forget everything if he finds something that fascinates him. "*Click!" "..." Clicking pen noises were all I could make. Ahh! Like any other writer, I don't know what to write at first. My mind is clouded, clouded by my father's last words... so I'll write those words. |...| "Save your tears... until it's tears of joy," That childish old man was an idiot, but he spoke the wisest words from time to time. |...| "With a smile that says everything is okay..." That was mother's smile... even in the end.
"I'm... home..." Oi! Who said that?! Wait! Someone was standing by the door all this time?! And it's the girl in the photo?! Did she hear me? Why the hell did I say that out loud?! She'll probably get the wrong idea, and if that's the case, well, I'm done! I should explain myself! But what if they don't understand me? Yeah, right! She was speaking in English! It's too late... she probably thinks I'm some weird pervert, so I should apologize and clear the misunderstandi- I glanced at her, and something feels off... She looks exactly like the woman in the photograph, but she appears to be beaten up, and something red is all over her body. If that red substance is what I think it is, then forget saying thank you! I'm going to return a fraction of the favor now! My body raced on its own. The red substance is dripping on the floor. Should I dip my fingers in it? Of course! No way in hell I'd be able to tell The viscosity, the smell, and the color..
The man in the room in the sky? Why does she want me to read it? And how is a child's storybook connected to me? Looking back, I did fall from my pare-... my apartment room, and I was able to see the curvature of the earth. My room may be the room in the sky in this storybook, and I may be the man in that room... Fear is throwing daggers at my heart again! It may be a coincidence but, the accuracy is too spot-on. "Miles... are you the man in that book?" I... don't know how to answer that. This coincidence is too disturbing. Yet again, That bastard fate is playing tricks. "I-I can't say I am..." "If I read this book, maybe you can," That's right! The content might prove the title is just a coincidence. "Can I start?" "S-Sure..." I'm anxious yet again, and I don't know why. If I am the man in that story, so what? It's like trying to weigh air. But I'm still afraid... "Miles... y-your hand,"
I asked the question, but her face and the way she sighed... it looks like I'll be hearing silence. Since it came to this, I should change the topic. I trust that she has a good reason not to answer. It's probably personal. I haven't gained her complete trust yet, so I'll take it slow. "It looks like you're still uncomfortable about it, sorry... you don't need to answer that, instead answer this." "Answer what?" I should've asked this earlier, but it's not too late. "Why'd you bring me here?" "W-Well... this was mo-... this is my favorite place to read my favorite book." That's the second time she stopped midway. I want to know, and I want her to trust me completely, so I'll have to do this. It's a bit cheesy, but If I want to protect her... With all my might and emotion, I stood and yelled, "Alright! Riaru. I've decided," "Decided what? This a bit sudden? Did something happen?" "You're an idiot." "That'