Chapter 156-2 Disappearing Contrails
I reached out, begging "Wait," but my hand didn't touch her.
The colors on the screen started to fade.
The light was losing.
The screen switched.
The image showed a ruined room.
The window was broken, the walls rotted, and the door torn off, useless now.
It had been forgotten for decades.
It looked so old and faded, you couldn't even guess exactly how long.
But it wasn't empty.
There was one girl and one creature.
The black spider, almost human-sized, crouched, ready to attack the blonde girl leaning against the wall with her eyes closed.
A beast.
I knew it right away.
It felt like being pulled back into a familiar fantasy world from our time.
But I didn't feel scared for the girl.
Because I knew it was already too late.
I saw it at a glance.
'Ah, a-ah... so, I'm not scared anymore...'
A rosary was stuck deep in the girl's chest.
I couldn't tell if the weapon was red to begin with or if the blood dyed it bright red.
Blood dripped like tears from the figure nailed on the cross in the center.
It was a sick, painful sight that made you want to cover your mouth.
The only sure thing was that the girl had driven it in herself.
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The black spider lost interest and left as her life faded away.
Sunset light came through the broken window but was blocked by clouds, telling some quiet story.
What the hell am I being shown?
This unbearable scene made me question everything too late.
That's why I missed it.
The crucified figure decoration disappeared without me noticing.
The girl's body, which shouldn't move, twitched.
Her closed eyes opened.
Blood-red eyes snapped open.
Just as I thought, "Wait, this girl is..."
The answer was whispered right next to me.
(...And that's how my story began.)
The girl who had somehow sat next to me smiled perfectly.
I think I was really confused.
Somehow, I felt like I'd seen something she didn't want me to see.
Everything was so mysterious, and some things just didn't fit right.
So without even realizing, I put my hand down gently on the head in front of me.
(────)
I guess it's about time to end this.
Suddenly, my vision and thoughts turn white, so much so that I can't even tell what he just said or thought.
But then, in that moment of waking up from the dream,
For some reason, I can see her face all scrunched up.
I felt a bit lighter in my heart.
* * *
"Tch... bitter as hell."
"If you're gonna complain, don't drink it."
"Ain't whining. Just sayin'."
"You're the one who said you don't need sugar."
"Yeah? Felt like that kinda mood. Deal with it."
"There's nothing you can't help. You're such a child, really."
Being served like this, there's no comeback to such a bitter remark.
So, I take a sip of the steaming coffee, trying to mask the silence.
I wanted to say it's bitter but delicious.
It seems taking out the filter isn't as easy as he makes brewing coffee look.
"Did you have a bad dream?"
"Hell if I know... My head's a mess."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Quollio, you'd be so shocked, you'd shudder.
What kind of dream did I have, anyway?
I've thought about it, but I can't make heads or tails of it.
What I don't know, I don't know.
Then, I guess I'll just move first and think later.
If Quollio could hear my thoughts, he'd probably be even more shocked.
Used to my own way of dealing with things, I gulp down the coffee in one go.
(Damn... how long's it been since I ended up in this place?)
To change my mood, I opened the dorm room window.
Summer has completely given way, and the season is stepping into autumn.
Whether it's the chill in the wind or the effect of the coffee,
My half-closed eyes became clear.
Even if I don't understand what I don't understand, a day has to start eventually.
So, enough already, stop pretending to sleep.
To refuse to pursue the dream and wake my partner, I gently tapped on the window glass.
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