My work
One
of my hobbies is writting stories, and this is part of my works. I am
sorry the poor writting, but please read it.
Why I’m here? What do I live for? Everyday I do nothing and kill the time idly, repeatedly. It is the same to the dead. I should do something new…
I think so strongly day by day. I am in the orphanage as long as I can remember. But I do not know why. I have not memory before I come here.
Why can the others laugh cheerfully in this close miniature garden? What makes you chuckle? What is your pleasure?
At first, some asked me to join them, however, I could not make friends because they seemed trifling. I spent less and less time with them, and no one talked me all too soon. I passed days alone.
Nevertheless, there was a girl who often spoke to me. I said nothing, but she spoke by herself. It is not so disgusting for me.
“… I want to go the outer world. What does outside exist? I know only about the world of the small box. I don’t want to finish my story here. I’ll leave at this night.”
One day, I said that as I interrupted her talk. Probably, no one notices my disappearance, and even though someone notices that, nobody lament me. No one needs me.
After bedtime,
“Kerchoo.”
“Who are you!? ... Are you Kate? Why are you here?”
“What are you driving at? You shouldn’t wait girl till such time.”
“Don’t say you intend to follow me.”
“Absolutely.”
“Nothing doing. I have no warrant for future, and you are high in favor with everyone. If you left here they would grieve.”
“No problem. They are seeming friends. Spending time with them tires and bores me. Everyday I repeat the same thing, and I feel really blue when I think the same day will come tomorrow. I believe following you is much more amusing than staying at this small world!”
“Kate...”
“I have decided yet! I’ll follow you even if you say no. And a journey by yourself is lonely, isn’t it?”
“…… Thanks.”
“Hum? What did you say?”
“Nothing. If you must, you must.”
“Thank you, Lieber.”
“Forget it…”
“Why are you smirking?”
“What?”
“Oh, are you thinking a dirty thing?”
“No kidding!”
“Really?”
“Sure!”
“Ha-ha.”
“What’s funny?”
"I think this is the first time we talk."
I do not know what we talk after that. I guess I talk as
much as I will do before finishing my life. I suppose I
first talk to person. And I am surprised that I am not reticent but
talkative. I first spent happy time. She gave me lots of
novelties.
We walk aimlessly. Only then do I realize that our
hands are squeezed. My story started like this.
