The Songwriter's Funeral Song

XVII. Light can't be Grasped but can be Felt

"Mom, life is difficult. Why'd you let me experience this? You shouldn't have gave birth to me."

"My child, you're a gift that God has given to us."

"So, you're accusing Him now?"

"It's not my words but yours."

"Death is a gift, wonderful than birth. But you said, death is a punishment to humans. If so, why are the animals and plants have punishments as well? Have they sinned like humans?"

"For now, I can't answer that."

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The Songwriter's Funeral Song
Light can't be Grasped but can be Felt

Mugi's POV

"Hmmm... she's not here. Where the heaven is she?"

Yuru's apartment door isn't locked. I initially assumed that she was there. But when I swung forth the dark oak door, the interior has the same dimness of our apartment's. There might have been an electric interruption as well, but proofs from this building showed that my assumptions aren't correct.

I searched for light switches at the right by sliding my left hand on the wall. Just as I felt familiar bulges, I pushed them with my fingers. With a flash, the shadows have been whitewashed by the luminescent light bulbs, fitting themselves in their pin lights.

Spatial elements revealed their forms, and colors became visible after the lighting. Having them being seen, I let myself stroll the room. I've been wandering my sight, but there's no Yuru that I could find.

Lowering my vision down the tatami table, I noticed a bowl of ramen. It's half-empty. Yuru might have been consuming this, but where the hen is she?

Probably in the comfort room.

"Kumori, I'm here! I'd let myself in since the door is open!" I'm making noise through the toilet's door, but a response isn't audible. I held the cold, silvery doorknob as I plan on turning it open. It followed the direction to where I made a turn, indicating that it wasn't bolted. I roughly pushed it inward, but it's just the water closet and the lavatory who greeted me... and myself. Seeing my reflection in the mirror, I'd let go a leer.

"Seems like you really want to be alone," I uttered in the air.

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Yuru's POV

Knowing that Mugi will come to my apartment, I made a quick exit with my black hoodie on. It was thirty minutes earlier when I stopped a white taxi. With my black wallet and iPhone in hand, I hopped in and seated on the taxi's midnight blue leather seat. I noticed that the night sky matches its color.

"It will rain. I can't see stars tonight," said the driver. He turned his head to me, and I saw an innocent face of an aged man. His hair and eyebrows were fully white. Him, giving smile to me, made him have more wrinkles on his face. But that didn't make him look ugly.

It was the taxi's ceiling light that made his look visible to my eyes. It's like the heaven's light, spotting him and convincing me to trust the man.

"Where to, Miss?" he asked.

"Kawaguchi, Sir. Just drop me at the market," I replied and returned the same smile he gave.

"As you wish, Beautiful Lad," he even gave a sweet-talk which made me hold the smile.

Wheels started to roll and he turned on the radio. A buzz was heard after he pressed one of the buttons aligned.

"This radio is quite old like me," he added a giggle, "I rarely open this since most of the passengers don't like today's music."