Once we arrived at my place, I tended to Vicellon's wounds, patching him up with first aid supplies. He seemed to have regained his strength, so I left him to rest in the room while I stepped out onto the balcony. The cool night air greeted me as I took a deep breath, trying to process everything that had happened. Vicellon still needed to explain how he ended up in that mess, but I could guess—he probably stumbled upon Kira being attacked and jumped in to help.
Lost in thought, I suddenly remembered I needed to check in with Izakaro. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
"Hello, Kyopon," Izakaro answered, his voice steady.
"Hey, is everything okay?" I asked, my nerves still on edge.
"I took Kira to the hospital. They treated her, and I've been cleared to leave," he replied.
Relief washed over me. If Iza hadn't been near the festival, things could have gone much worse. We exchanged a few words about Vicellon's condition before ending the call. It was close to 9 PM by then, and Vicellon joined me on the balcony, holding a bottle of apple juice I'd been saving for days. He took a long sip, oblivious to the fact that watching him drink it stirred something unexpected in me—a sudden, ridiculous urge to cry. That apple juice was my comfort, my little secret indulgence, and with everything that had happened, I'd forgotten to restock.
"You feeling better?" I asked, trying to mask the odd emotions bubbling up inside me.
"Yeah," Vicellon nodded, his gaze drifting over the city. The view from my balcony wasn't anything special, but we had a clear sightline to the city and the mountain the locals called Vinland. Staring at the silhouette of the mountain, I felt the urge to ask him something deeper.
"Do you have any dreams?" I asked, breaking the silence.
He looked at me, puzzled by the sudden question. I took a deep breath, the chill in the air biting at my skin. I didn't press him, letting the question hang between us. I hoped he wouldn't say something ridiculous, but knowing him, it was a fifty-fifty chance. He took off his glasses, his expression turning serious as he thought about it.
"Head," Vicellon said, deadpan.
I rolled my eyes. Of course, he wasn't taking this seriously. But maybe it wasn't that he didn't have a dream—maybe he just didn't want to share it. I decided to try a different approach.
"If you had only a few months to live, what would you do?" I asked, my tone more earnest.
He seemed to realize I wasn't joking anymore. He turned his gaze back to Vinland, his eyes widening slightly as if he'd just pictured something in his mind.
"I'd go there," he said with a newfound determination, pointing towards the mountain.
A thrill ran through me at his words. I'd always wanted to go to Vinland too, to see the view from the top, but the mountain had a dangerous reputation, with a high number of fatalities among those who attempted to climb it. Even so, hearing Vicellon's resolve made me want to go as well—but I needed to be sure he wouldn't regret it.
"Are you sure? I heard it's pretty dangerous," I said, testing his resolve.
"So what? If I only have a little time left, might as well do something risky," Vicellon replied, his eyes glinting with a challenge.
He was right. Why hadn't I done anything crazy since finding out we were all on borrowed time? If there was ever a moment to chase high-adrenaline experiences, this was it. I took another deep breath, my eyes locked on Vinland's distant peak.
"Let's go," I said, the words slipping out almost before I realized it.
"Huh?" Vicellon looked at me, surprised.
"Let's go to Vinland together. I've wanted to go for a while, but I was too afraid to go alone," I admitted.
I hoped he'd agree to share this moment with me, but if he wanted to go alone, I wouldn't stop him. This was his experience, after all, and I had no right to intrude.
"Well, that was unexpected. But fine, let's go together, Kyopon," Vicellon said, extending his hand.
"Pleasure doing business with you," I replied, shaking his hand with a grin.
And just like that, we started planning our trip to Vinland.
YOU ARE READING
My Class
Short StoryKyopon, a high schooler, can see the future through his dreams. He had a dream where everyone died in 3 months. So he decided to help his classmates achieve their dream before that moment.
