Irida Rosta N.

Story 001: Warm Ice Cream

Hello, and welcome to the universe that I live in.

My name is Irida Rosta N. and I will be accompanying you in the next few moments of your life.

Well... I'm sure all of you has a lot of questions by now like 'who is this person?' and 'what in the world am I witnessing?'

I can probably answer all of your questions, but... I don't think it is a good idea to just give it on the spot like that.

That's why, I'll guide you slowly so that you can reach the answers all by yourself.

Alright.

So, first, I should probably tell you what I'll be doing here.

Well, to put it simply, I'm going to share you some stories.

Yes... Stories.

You see, I know a lot of stories. In fact, it isn't an exaggeration to say that I know all of the stories in this universe.

Well, the universe where I live in anyway, not yours.

I'm here to share some of those stories with you.

You might feel a bit weird after you know those stories though, but... well... This universe is full of mysteries. Those stories that I'm going to share are definitely one of those mysteries.

I knew some of you are curious while some of you are apathetic with everything that I just said...? wrote...? Anyway, I knew. Okay?

So, why don't I share one of the stories to you right now?

That way, you'll know what I mean by feeling a little weird.

***Story 001***

***Warm Ice Creams***

There was once a little girl who loved to eat ice cream.

She loved it so much that she often bought many of them and shared them with her friends.

One friend in particular, a little boy her age, also shared her love for eating ice cream.

And, because of that, those two were close and could often be seen eating ice cream together.

One day, however, the little girl had a fight with the little boy.

"I hate you!" She said in a loud voice.

"I hate you too!"

The boy shouted back and cried. He then ran away with his left arm covering his eyes.

The little girl, meanwhile, headed home with a frown on her face.

The next day, the little girl bought her favorite treats, ice creams, again. However, she bought one less than usual which piqued the curiosity of the female ice cream seller.

"Only four?" She asked, "What's wrong? You usually buy five to share with your friend."

"I have a fight with one of my friends."

"I see." The seller understood why she bought less than usual, "What did you two fights about?"

"We are fighting because..."

The little girl tilted her head. She put her finger on her chin, trying to recall why she even had a fight with her friend. However, it was no use. She could not remember at all.

"Huh?" She murmured, "Why did we fight again? That's weird. Why can't I remember it even though it just happened yesterday?"

The ice cream seller smiled and let out a small sigh.