After a tasteless dinner, Retta let her know.
R: sorry but I wont be able 2 make it
“......”
Mireh's thumbs hover above her phone's keyboard, but she typed no message. She wasn't able to. Not with the way her stomach was sinking.
R: im reeeeeeeaaaalllyyyyyy sorry mireh (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
She stared at that screen, thumbs still above the keyboard. But she still wasn't able to write back.
R: my moon is 2 close n i dont want u 2 c me die
Stared at that screen. Still above the keyboard.
She knew.
Deep down.
She knew.
Knew that this was how this moment was going to turn out.
And yet she
Yet she
She
Mireh gripped her phone.
Tight.
Tighter.
If she were stronger, she could've snapped it in two.
If she were stronger, she could've texted Retta back.
If she were like Eveline, she would've rewritten this whole story to have a happy ending.
Mireh once saw this Azmato-made cartoon that reminded her about this situation. It was a fantasy story about two lovers, one of whom was destined to die. Long story short, he dies and his lover, Eveline, finds a way to travel back in time and save him. The synopsis doesn't do it justice, but it was one of the top ten cartoons Mireh had seen, and Eveline was one of her top five characters of all time. It was a great watch, but right now, it would've been a greater reality.
If she were like Eveline, she could've found a way to save Retta.
If she were like Eveline, she could've traveled back in time.
If she were like Eveline, she could've
Done nothing.
Because the thing about Shishiru is, it's a real place. And in a real place, there's no room for fantasies.556Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvs4gDQcp07
