spectre *
ii. i'm in the dark, you're in the light, but it's a walk in the park --
hayi was unsure of what exactly happened. she found herself in her normal clothes, but her feet were bare, and she couldn't touch the ground.
perhaps she was dead.
it was safe to assume so, as she could not touch anyone, only objects (except for the floor). no one could see her, either. the dark was comforting -- it let her wallow in her loneliness and self-pity. the light seemed to strip her of all her secrets' protection; it opened everything up.
and in a way, it was also comforting.Â
she was reminded of her school, and the radiant one struck her mind. if it was light she sought, then it was the perfect opportunity to do so!
her feet took her to the school -- floating was fun, but the sensation of earth beneath her toes was missed by hayi very much already. also, what were feet without shoes?
the school's laboratory was close now, and she slips in, looking at the room's interior once more. a tear slipped past her cheek. what a shame -- dying without knowing why or how.
soon enough, the professor appeared, earphones plugged in as he listened to some tunes. the room brightened up once he stepped inside, which alleviated hayi's worries. she watches him still, basking in the light in the process. her feet lift up higher, she notices, then she takes a pen from somewhere in the room unnoticed, scribbling on a piece of parchment on the farther table.
thanks. -hayi
whether her teacher was able to read it or not, she didn't know. she was lifted by the wind, carried away to the paradise she never knew existed.
