Étude of Humanity

Chapter Fourteen

Now what?

As you may have guessed, Sayre has no other choice but to heed to whoever called to mama's phone earlier.

I mean, what else is there for Sayre to look up to in life?

Nothing, right?

Mama and papa are already on their slumber eternal rest. If Sayre was the light, mama and papa were the lighthouse themselves, then the ships represent the ever-so changing world we're going to.

It's a series circuit, not a parallel one.

It's a holistic philosophy, not a reductionist one.

Out of courtesy, Sayre cleaned mama and papa's room devoid of that maroon redness that's just as nerve-wracking as that black darkness that engulfed me to a coma. This is the only time I am happy about being a savant who knows everything—I get to pick the most efficient materials and methods for cleaning this thick-blooded room. It took half an hour to be deprived of red—which would otherwise take half a day if I was just like any normal and average girl.

I also took my time wiping mama and papa's bodies.

They look like white cocoons, but it's for the best.

Cocoons that will never open and sprout.

Sayre left the entire room intact other than me taking mama's flip phone from her dead and cold hand.

"Huh, Sayre looks different now."

That was me talking to myself while looking at the cute floor mirror. My face no longer the brightful and expressive Sayre that mama and papa raised. My delicate and supple skin now covered in this sickly thick blood along with my university mocha-colored uniform.

And my face... Huh, Sayre's eyes look so soulless now with a neutral mouth.

Sayre knows that I'm going to look suspicious outside looking like this, so I took a fresh bath then contemplated in front of my wardrobe.

"Mama, what do I wear this time—"

Oh righty, mama's not around. Mama's usually the one picking my clothes for me.

Come on Sayre, what do I picky-picky...

...

"Aha, this is coolio!"

After at least grooming myself upstairs, Sayre went downstairs, wore my shoes in front of the door and said, "Mama, papa, I'll get going now—" that being the very last time I would say that.

And off I go to the outside world.

Sayre journeyed outside with a wholly different take. Looking at the sky, it seemed like the same afterglow that I admired before I got home—that same pretty scarlet and pink intertwining with the warm blue hues.

It was as if the world didn't care for what happened to me—it kept going on and on.

Then,

Moerenuma Park.

I still debate about it to myself if it's island, but looking at it better, it's encircled by a river or swamp (namely the Moere Swamp)—depending on where you're contrasting the park at. Sayre mentioned that it's debatable because you might as well just call the park an island. Now that's a fun facto!

Huh, Sayre just realized that he didn't give out exactly where we'd meet up.

...

..!

I got it!

From the east entrance, Sayre continued straight until turning to my right just after the parking lot. It's still the same old park with grassy plains, fountains—heck, even has a shallow circular pool like a beach. It already became obvious where he would want to meet up, so I entered the Forest of Cherry Trees.