Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 13 - Trash Can

Chapter 13 – Trash Can

My jaw dropped as I stood there, utterly captivated. Words in any language seemed inadequate to capture the sheer magnitude of what lay before me. The vastness of deep space stretched endlessly beyond, where stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, and meteors streaked across the heavens in fiery trails. 

Beneath it all, the soft glow of cityscape lights mingled with the gentle curve of planet Earth, creating a breathtaking view. And right in the middle of it—Myrrh, perched delicately on the railing. Her silhouette framed by the celestial backdrop transformed the moment into something otherworldly, as if an angel had descended into the heart of the night.

"It's... beautiful," I whispered, unable to fully convey the wonder that filled me.

"I know, right?" Myrrh's smile was gentle, her eyes sparkling with the same awe I felt. "You're the first person, besides my mother, to see this incredible view from the hospital rooftop."

"You mean, none of your friends have seen this? Not even your ex?" I asked, surprised.

Myrrh shook her head, her smile never fading. "Nope. Only you. I would have loved to share it with Ephraim, but I found it too late. When my mother got seriously ill after we graduated high school, we had to move permanently to Xyraxis. That's when I stumbled upon this spot."

"That's kind of a shame, then. You showed it to me, an immature, smart-aleck goon." I couldn't help but smirk.

Myrrh's cheeks flushed pink, and she shot me a sharp glare, her expression brimming with playful contempt. "Just how much did my mother tell you about me?"

I shot her a skeptical look, narrowing my eyes. "Just how much of our conversation did you listen to, you eavesdropper?"

I had suspected from the start that she was lurking behind the door to her mother's room earlier. Myrrh only showed up once I finished speaking with her mother, and the unnerving silence in the hallway had given her away—too quiet, like she'd been deliberately hiding her presence just beyond the door.

With a soft sigh, Myrrh admitted, "Since the topic was all about me, I couldn't help but listen in. It's pretty rude for my mother to talk about me behind my back, so I figured I was just returning the favor."

"Sure, sure. Keep justifying yourself. Maybe you should go explain it to a wall," I replied, brushing her off with a dismissive wave.

Myrrh stepped away from the railing, her brows furrowing in frustration as her blue eyes locked onto me. She planted one hand on her hip, pointing accusingly with the other. Her voice was a low growl, simmering with annoyance. "Just so you know, don't take everything my mother said too seriously. She's still upset about Ephraim and me breaking up, so now she's playing matchmaker. And for the record, that will never be you, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah." I waved her off nonchalantly. "We're enemies, remember?"

Crossing her arms with a huff, Myrrh spun away from me. "Good. As long as you keep doing your job as my partner and remember your place as a complete lowlife, we'll be just fine. Hmph!"

I couldn't help but force a tight-lipped smile. As much as I admired her beauty earlier, I could barely tolerate her attitude now. I'd compared her to an angel once, but it's becoming more obvious that her personality was more like a biblically accurate one—formidable and terrifying in ways you'd never expect.

"You and me, getting along like cheese on a pizza? Absolutely not! Not in a million years!" Myrrh continued her rant, voice dripping with conviction.

There she goes again, acting all tough and cocky. But she's not wrong. We'll never see eye to eye, not even if hell freezes over or if Earth gets overrun by Cosmic Beasts. We're more like oil and water—completely incompatible. But honestly, Myrrh isn't just oil in this scenario. She's more like grease, given how filthy her mouth can be when she gets riled up.