The Songwriter's Funeral Song

XIII. Too True to be 2

The Songwriter's Funeral Song
Too True to be 2

Yuru's POV

Time was moving like a turtle when I was a child. When history was our subject before, I just wait for the time to pass until the lecturer announces dismissal. But now I'm old and was able to understand the flow of it, I'm just wishing that I could stop it or make my day longer... or even just die.

Just as what I always do everyday, I get up from bed, brush my teeth and have my breakfast. Things just always repeat, but at least, I can always see Riri.

"You're staring at me again. You want ice cream for breakfast?"

I suddenly became aware of the surroundings and have my attention back. It's Riri who have spoken some words.

"No, ice cream is not good for breakfast," I said, denying her belief that in my every stare, I want ice cream.

She nodded and took a sip of coffee. "Why are you always staring at me then?"

Stares have neither pleasant nor ill purport. I just wondered how things will be like when I'm alone in the apartment. Will there be more loneliness? Won't Mugi come for me to give comfort? What would it be like then? I guess, it's not the same as being alone with strangers.

"Nothing. I have no other person to look at," I replied, making her laugh quietly. 

"Mugi and the band will be here soon," she reminded. I have ideated of what will happen today. Mugi and I might just ignore each other. Mugi is the one who always open a conversation, while I... I'm the one who's helping a little. Since Mugi is a wise person and talkative at the same time, she can make those small talks away... something that I should be grateful of.

Minutes after, we received a call from the band. It was Kumo who's in the line. I expected it to be Mugi, but it saddened me, knowing it's not her.

"Hello? We're already here. Is there anything that we could help? We'll carry your stuffs for you."

I can hear the words of Kumo, since the audio from the line is twice the usual volume.

"Thank you, but we have no things to bring. The production team will prepare the stuffs we need. We'll be there shortly."

We got ready to leave the apartment. While gazing at myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath, and wished that Mugi will still see the old "me."

"Don't worry. You still look like Yuru," Riri remarked as she embraced a warm smile to me. I gave a return and smiled to myself as well.

We walked down the apartment and saw the van parked near the entrance. We approached them as the usual way we do.

"Where's Mugi?" I asked as I didn't see her inside the van.

Panda made an immediate response while he fixes the rear-view mirror of the van. "Oh, she's helping the staffs to set the instruments. We drove her there first as she requested."

I have created a belief that she's making a distance from me. But I guess, it's better to avoid an awkward atmosphere between us while on a trip.

Panda started the van, and the wheels came rolling by. As we're being silent on the trip, Kumo shared a thought to defy it.

"Yuru, there's something about Mugi that has changed," he started, "we don't know what's going on, but she started to act like an emo. She's not like that. You know she's a canty person, right?"

I nodded to make a response. Kumo is sitting in front with Panda, while Riri and I were at the backseat. Kumo was turning his head to mine, so that he can communicate successfully. The conversation he opened gave me a desire to be drawn into it.