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墨書 Inktalez
Sigh...
It really hurts.
Rubbing my heavy head, I open my eyes to meet the flustered gaze of the girl.
"You... cough, are you okay?"
She curled her feet, her fingers twirling her hair in circles.
"You really went all out, worried I wouldn't call an ambulance?"
"I'm not tied up by you, so untie me!"
"You're trespassing in someone's home and still have the nerve to argue?"
"Ridiculous. Who's trespassing in someone's home? This isn't even your house."
"Is this your home?"
"This is my home!"
"Is your name on the household registration?"
"I... am I writing your name like this?"
"This... Strictly speaking, this is Yao Yao's home..."
"First, untie me, or I'll call the police!"
"What were you sneaking in here for?"
"Sneaking? I used a key to get in! Weren't you banging on the door loudly from outside like a burglar trying to break in?"
"Am I here to rob the place? It's more like, wait, are you...?"
"So what if I am, do you know me?"
The girl in front of me collected herself, and I felt like I was being scrutinized.
Damn, finally quiet.
No wonder you look so familiar.
"In Yao's diary," I sighed, "I've seen you before."
"Yao? Do you know her?"
"Yes, we..."
Hmm...
For a while, I haven't thought of what happened next, nor have I figured out how to say it.
Too much has happened, too much.
It's been too long, my dear, you've been gone for too long.
"First, untie me!"
...
So noisy...
What's the deal with suddenly punching me?
"This punch is to punish you for tying me up and hurting me. Now we're even!"
Even?
Huh? What are you talking about? "Do you know where Yao Yao went?"
Finally, she calmed down and crossed her arms. Her long hair, which she hadn't had time to tidy up, fell loose and scattered on the ground.
"Are you here to see her too?"
Is she a friend of Yao Yao?
"And you?"
Well...
Answering a question with a question has no value at all...
But being asked by her like this, I remembered all sorts of things that have happened in the past month.
Uh...
It's completely illogical, like a story full of loopholes written by a lousy author. If it were really like this, I could just not watch, but the ridiculous thing is that this is damn reality.
"Ah, it's a long story."
....
"So you're saying you've been looking for her all this time, but have been trapped for over a month?"
"I'm just making a rough estimate. Including the few days on the other side of the mirror, it might take a little longer."
Everything that has happened so far, as long as I remember, has been laid out by Various types of forests. After listening to my story, there was silence for a while.
"Wait, what's that smell?"
What's with saying something like that?
"It should be the refrigerator, everything inside has gone bad."
Oh, now that you mention it!
Sure enough, the ginger soaking in water has sprouted.
"And what about you?"
I said as I pulled the garbage bag.
"How are you?"
"I..."
Her voice visibly lowered, and I caught a glimpse of her chin resting on her hand, lost in thought. After a long while, she sighed and a few words drifted out of her mouth:
"I believe everything you say, but I'm just not as complicated as you. Me and her..."
"What?"
The fridge no longer fills itself with food, I'll have to figure out what to eat.
"I and her, we had a falling out."
"Mm-hmm, just like that?"
"Then one day I went to her house again, and it came to this point."
"Where are you going, to make up?"
The cleaner, where has the cleaner gone?
"Let's consider it as fulfilling an unfinished promise."
Promises...
Did we make promises?
Once, perhaps, we made so many promises.
"What kind of agreement?"
Actually, I wanted to ask this in my heart, but saying it out loud is another matter.
"How long have you been in this world?"
"Six months."
"Six months!?"
"Uh, yeah."
"One month of being trapped is unbearable, let alone half a year. Have you found a way out?"
"No, I have no clue. I don't think I'll find one anytime soon. Before that, I have to figure out a way to survive. There's not much difference between here and reality, is there?"
Impressive, it's like clearing a dungeon.
"Then where do you live?"
"Here."
"How is that possible? If you live here, how come I've never seen you before?"
"Since some mysterious power can create such a vast and realistic world, I don't see why a sci-fi setting with overlapping parallel spaces couldn't be realized. And didn't you say you spent some time in the mirror? Ah, even though I've been mentally preparing for this, it's still astonishing to see it in front of me."
"So now...
Just now...
I should say not long ago you were..."
"Off work?"
"Mm."
She nodded wearily.
"Parallel space, Displaced spacetime? If that's the explanation... then the bedroom in the mirror, is it yours?"
"The space in the mirror? I've always been on this side, never been over there."
My mind is now a mess, completely unable to make sense of it, all sorts of timelines, the space on the other side of the mirror, it's just giving me a headache.
"Um, I'm going to bed."
"Oh."
Yeah, come to think of it, I'm feeling a bit tired too.
She said as she walked towards the bedroom.
"Wait, if you're sleeping in the bedroom, then where will I sleep?"
"Isn't there still the sofa? I've always slept in the bedroom."
"Okay, if what you're saying about the theory of parallel time and space overlapping is true, then that means... when I was lying in my bedroom before, you were there too?"
"You could say that."
The girl remained surprisingly calm.
"Then I can also say 'I have always been sleeping in the bedroom,' so why do I have to go sleep on the sofa?"
"Who told you to suddenly appear today, falling out from overlapping spacetime?"
Huh?
What?
Hey!
The door slammed shut and the sound of the tumbler lock turning.
At least her appearance can be considered a consolation, isn't it a breakthrough? Sofa...
The sofa is just a sofa.
Thump thump thump.
What's that sound?
The bedroom door was pushed open, and she ran out blushing.
"What's going on?"
I also panicked for a moment.
"You! Go to the bedroom!"
Pointing at me, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
"What's the matter? Didn't you want to sleep in the bedroom?"
"Just go when you're told, why so much nonsense!"
Oh, oh, oh, she pushed me into the bedroom and quickly closed the door.
There's nothing unusual in here either.
Eh, what's this?
Lifting the blanket, the liquid stains on the bedsheet lead to endless speculation.
This is clearly not...
Umm, it seems that the parallel universe has chosen me tonight...
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