Fraction

Fraction Chapter 41 - Everyone is a Song

Have you ever given someone a gift and heard them say, "This is the best gift ever!" and felt that particular feeling after hearing those words...?

Well, I haven't heard those words. Maybe I did hear someone say that to me but I have forgotten the words. Whatever the case, I either do not know or do not remember that feeling. The latter may sound sadder because it means I once cared enough about someone to give them their best gift ever but now I have forgotten all about them. But that fact doesn't make me feel anything either. Generally, I would not have even tried to think about something so trivial. However, I needed to know about it for the sake of the story. I suppose I have spent enough time pondering over it now. If you know that feeling, that's great. If, unfortunately, you do not know that feeling, then I'm afraid I can't describe it to you because I don't know it either. If I must imagine... I think it's one of those feelings... once you feel it, you feel like your life is complete and you wouldn't mind if you died the next moment. But I wouldn't know anything about that... obviously.

Sapphire sat and wrote on the sheet of paper sitting on her table. The lines were gradually becoming lighter and lighter. She had drowned so deep into her ocean that she had not noticed that the thread that anchored her to the sky above the waters had been stretched to its limit. As all writers know, "While it may be nice to think up the most amazing things... there's no point if you can't bring those things into the physical world." It dawned on her slowly. The pen was running out of ink. "No... not now... not now. I still need to write more!" she said to the pen. She wished the pen would never run out of ink. She felt like something strange was happening to the pen. Nothing was actually happening. It was just a feeling. She held up the pen against the light just like she had seen her father hold it up. It was filled to the brim with ink. Confused, she touched the paper with its nib. To her surprise, a blue wound opened up on the spot. She smiled and continued writing.

By the time she was done, she heard her father's footsteps. She had not noticed him entering the house. She turned around to see him walk into her room. "Daddy! Look what I wrote!" she said while holding out her work. "Ooooh! Let me see!" he said and took it from her. While he read the paper, he noticed that she was slightly pale. "I've brought some litchis. If you want them, they're on the dining table." he said as he continued reading. "Yay! Litchis!" she shouted and ran to the kitchen. He sighed and put down the paper. He picked up the pen and held it against the light. "Still filled to the brim... How does your power work, Ruby?" he thought to himself, "And how do I save our daughter from it?"

Sapphire grabbed the bag and took out a small, red fruit from it. Well, only the skin of the fruit is red. I myself have never eaten the perfect litchi. I have only eaten the litchis that I find in my place. They are good enough for me... but they are so good that I now find myself wondering what the perfect litchi would taste like. I can see her now. Curling her small fingers around the ruby in her hand. Bright, moist and glistening like the blood-soaked scales of a dragon. She presses down against its soft, leathery skin with her nail. A fissure slides across its surface... drops of lucid white juice seeping out like tears of joy from the red eye of a weary traveller thankful for a drink of water. She thrusts her thumb under the fissure and pulls at it. Like crimson clouds being blown away by a gentle, expert wind, the skin parts to reveal the dreamy moon it was hiding from the rest of the world.

Ah, but the Moon only wishes He was the litchi. Unlike the moon, this tiny orb of sweetness did not steal its supernatural glow from someone else. Its surface was not riddled with the impact craters of jealous rocks. If anyone lived on the litchi, they would be living on a smooth, magical sea of happiness. She lifts it up to her parted lips, her teeth ready to close down on it. After her teeth made a good cut on it, her tongue automatically embraced the flesh, tearing it away from its deep brown core, guiding the meat to the back of her throat while a few drops of the nectar of immortality managed to slip down her chin and fell on another litchi. She rubbed her chin with her hand and continued ravishing it. If it were any more perfect, it would have been a fully functional eye ball.