Farewell, Era

Day one / the sky is bright, the yellow sun shines through clouds white. The grass I see outside through a mahogany door moderately left open, green and glistening, wet with rainwater as a sunshower swept the dryness earlier. There's little girls running around the small hallways, dressed in school uniforms. I stare obliviously, sitting on a brown, wooden bench in this tiny classroom. Two friends of mine joke with the inattentive teacher sitting in front of us, holding a book by his chest with one hand, another on the chair's handrest. The teacher's from a different school I'd studied in, he eloped with a friend of ours there, weird. It's a kindergarten school, colorful and comforting like you'd see in a slice of life anime. And again, my neck tilted, stagnated at the beautiful outside. Everything's so bright, I genuinely don't want to cry remembering, God. The weather so calm, and the atmosphere so breezy...

Day two / the atmosphere reeks of the sewage, and my skin is greasy. I was strolling to somewhere, texting Era and she was actually reading and responding, maybe telling her to come to where I was. I reach the place and sit on a wet, wooden casket to stare at the sun. It's after-dawn, the sun hides behind the clouds grey. She's now here, expressionless and stained with clay. Where are we? It's like a bunker, there's survivors around us, and so dead bodies, blackened and oozing. Some residents are making jokes, humiliating them. I glance back at a family of many, a couple with eight babies, all dead and rotting with their corpses piled onto one another. Their joke went something like "Look, Nobita and Shizuka, and their passionately made children." Era didn't laugh, neither did I. Neither really did they... This place is reminiscent of the underground Metro from the game with the same name. And we're all waiting for something maybe, maybe a slow death, freedom? Not sure, but we kept on staring...

Era, take care, stay safe.