Our Story

Chapter 55: A Story of a Dream -happiness-

I loathe the world.

No matter what kindness has this wretched world bestowed upon me, I had come to understand it was nothing but a ploy to make me move. A bait. A way to make me move just the way the world wants.

I was naught but a toy in this world.

Even so, I could not help but be fooled by the very bait itself. It was as clear as crystal that it was nothing but bait.. but the sheer happiness on that moment... it fooled me...

I felt a grain of salt of gratitude towards the world at that moment. I really did. I learned to love it. I had loved the world. Had.

Because..

...In the end, I still loathe the world.

....

I don't normally sleep. Being nothing but a lingering will and all, I really find no reason for me to actually sleep. Add to the fact that I felt not a single fatigue nor drowziness present in me. Therefore, I find no reason to sleep.

And yet, after spending the entire day lounging the clubroom and constantly enjoying the quirks of the members of the Literature Club, I began to feel drowzy.

I was suspicious at first. I thought that maybe just maybe, I was actually moving on. I expect nothing less from this twisted world itself. Allow me to finally cease to exist only after I find joy in being a spirit. While I had accepted this as I let my eyes close and lean onto the wall, I could not help but feel a gaping hole in my heart as I realise that I would no longer be able to 'be with' them anymore..

But even so, the dead must move on..

I would have gone through this train of thought if it were not for the fact that I could still be concious after drifting to sleep. More like, I felt as if I had 'woken up' from a sleep. The feeling of fabric on top of me and the feeling of cotton under me just made it even more worse.

Even more so when it felt as if I was resting my head on a pillow! It was as if... I was sleeping on top of a bed! When that thought came crashing into my mind, I immediately open my eyes and jolt my body upwards.

The entire scenery had burned itself into my heart. In fact, everything that had happened as of then had been etched so deep into my heart that it feels as if it was a permanent scar.

I really did sleep on a bed. But the room was so unfamiliar. It was from what my room had looked like, given that it has been years since I have last seen mine but I could still vaguely and surely tell that it was not room. But what surprised me was the fact that was beyond any logic..

Pardon that being a spirit in a school was already considered abnormal... but this... this was even more abnormal than that.

I looked at both palms of my hand. Slowly trailing my eyes down my hands and towards my body. The thin strands of my brown hair falls down and frames my eyesight. Though I find it shocking and heavily embarassed over the fact that I seem to be lacking any sorts of garments and undergarments, it was all overrided by the fact that my body was not see through like it should have been!
"Th..this is unbelievable..."

I immediately gasped when I heard my voice echoes throughout the room. This feeling... it was different from when I had actually spoke before. I do not know what it was but I just felt it. But even so, deep inside me, I was still screaming, wanting to deny this as a dream. So in impulse, I pinched my cheeks and felt the stinging pain present on my cheeks.

Instead of crying in pain, I could feel my eyes water up as the tiny hope that was long buried in my heart felt like actually being true! Adrenaline, excitement, anxiety, whatever emotions that could possibly drive anyone mad started growing rapidly in me as I continued to do one last check...