Instant Messiah

That evening. I remember it was terribly cold, even though it was still autumn.

"Please wait. Were you here?"

This is the last time.

I picked it up, one of the last things I finally found, a lot lighter.

I regretted the lightness, so I decided to hold it back with both hands and carry it, even though no one was watching it.

It's been raining since yesterday.

My feet are soggy, and yet, the smell is still full around.

Didn't I?

I'm just losing my nose. I can't take this blood odor anymore.

Ridiculously, he leans back like he's holding a heavy load in front, and walks with his crotch.

I arrived at my destination without hesitation because it is a village that I have lived in for years but still has a shadow in this place that looks like something else.

"I finally found my father. Sorry I'm late, Mother."

With that in mind, I put my father's head gently next to my mother's in the joint cemetery where everyone in the village was going first, although it was just a hole.

I was stomped and kicked many times. It was, like, warped and all kinds of sticking out, but it was still my father.

My father was a hero.

I went to those guys first, and they died first.

It didn't last ten seconds.

He was a hero.

Peek into the hole. Because this will be the last time I see you all.

Whoever I found earlier may be heavy because he's at the bottom, but I'm sorry.

Until the end, I couldn't even find the shards, Mr. Yuri, Mr. Hannah and Mr. Gusto. I'm sorry.

Just my dad, at least I wanted to find you a neck. I'm so upset.

Guys, I'm sorry. It's small, but be patient.

But you won't be lonely, will you?

With that in mind, I began to soil everyone, relieved that I could finally get my grave in shape.

Even though they are covered in dirt and everyone is hiding step by step, for some reason their appearance is vividly reminded the other way around.

"Mick, because the nut put you next to me. I wouldn't have known, but the nuts weren't even full. Oh, I'm not lying."

"Tina, I'm sorry I got to see you naked. You were in the middle of a bath, and those guys are bad in between. But I knew you were still beautiful."

"Paula, you didn't give me back the book I lent you after all. Well, I'm borrowing it, too."

"But everyone left me. I might envy you being able to go beside the Spirit."

"... Still, I knew it was too soon. Tony, I thought you were just born. I think there's an order."

It's my fault that I have a lot of mouth count. My father gave me a fist bone when I chatted during the meal.

I'm sure you didn't have the habit of talking to yourself.

I didn't care who was listening, I wanted someone to listen.

Though no one else.

Oh, and my fingers hurt. Those guys took my roots for farm tools and anything that seemed to work, and I ended up having to dig holes with my hands, so I only had two nails left.

He said he made it into an arm and made it into a leg, and he carried everyone from all over the place, so he got muscled and beefy.

It's raining.

It's cold.

"Oh, because of that, I wish it had rained sooner"

"That would have made it a little easier to dig holes"

"To each and every one of you, you could have built a grave and raised it."

"I mean, it's cold. Really."

"Oh, May, I'm sorry."

"No, but they're all bad."

"Does that mean it's sloppy? Sorry."

"... say something. You just talk to me like an idiot."

"Anyone, say something."

Answer me. Listen to me.

Why aren't you here?

I did my best. Digging holes made me sweat this cold, and they were all pretty heavy.

Praise me.

... you can scold me.

Mumbling all alone and resentful, I returned everyone to the earth properly.

There were no tears.

After I finished covering the soil, I rolled a large stone over the grave and carved everyone's name.

She missed me there, so she carved my name.

... Fine. No one calls me by my name anymore. [M]

- It was hard to find all the people in the village.

It was a distracting task, and every time I found one, I threw up.

Most importantly, it was scattered all over the place, so if I had done it without thinking about it, it would have taken me three days in the end.

Finally a paragraph, and, oh, I was wondering if this would do for now.

Of the wreckage that was my house, on the wreckage that was my bed, wrapped in a blurry blanket.

Father and mother, there was still the smell of everyone's wreckage, but you didn't want to let it get away with it, put the blanket back on your head.

I knew the smell was physiologically intolerable and threw up.

... It won't rain, and it's still cold.

You're hungry.

Starting tomorrow, what about dinner?

Hey, Mom.