Ash-boss
Parallel story of two lives
Laras just put some of his books in his class locker. She plans to take sports classes after changing her clothes. Walking back to his bench, Laras's steps were stopped by the shadow of another Eren figure who suddenly appeared vaguely before Laras.
Barrel ignored. He's back focused on what he's going to do. Not much was realized, Laras tried to stay away and even reluctant to come into contact with other figures Eren's shadow.
"I still can't go back." another raucous voice Eren echoed in Laras' ear. The maroon's red cloak looks ragged at the bottom. The dark aura emanating from Eren's other figure felt increasingly concentrated and stifling. It made Laras feel upset and angry.
"I don't care if you come back or not!" growled Baras. A sense of guilt again rained down on Laras after saying that. Making another Eren figure disappear in a smile behind the skull mask that covers part of the face. Laras was mired and sat on his stool. The tears slowly flowed and flooded the cheeks with tears. The condition of the class that was quiet made Laras freely vent his sadness with tears.
All of that didn't last long. The ringing sound of silver bells on the barrel hair tie again rang loudly. There is another soul that will fulfill his last journey. He has come to the point where the soul has released itself in attachment and accepts whatever may happen to his soul.
Baras got up from his seat. As soon as he focused on the gaze before him, Laras found Aksara waiting leisurely under one of the largest trees on the path of the red brick.
"Your emergence feels more human these days." welcome Aksara first in waiting.
The barrel just shrugs. Step by step he passed to approach the figure of Aksara. But this time something was different. Each step carried a warm wind and circled the body of Laras and passed. A few steps like that until Laras was silent standing beside Aksara.
Laras watched the other two souls standing far away before him. The two souls that Laras desperately yearned for over the past few months. Two souls who left without letting Laras say any parting words.
The barrel ran fast. Then it stopped suddenly right in front of the two souls.
"We'll be gone soon" said the grandmother's soul.
"We'd rather see your smile than your tears." she added.
"Do you eat well?"
Laras hesitated. He cannot express how he feels now. There are many things that Laras wants to ask also there are many things that he wants to say. Until finally Laras smiled and hugged his grandparents warmly.
"I miss you both."
"We also.." The hug was warmly welcomed by Laras' grandfather and grandmother.
"We only have a little time before we leave. Be kind in choosing your way of life." Grandpa's message to Laras.
The barrel back just a small nod. He smiled cheerfully at the two souls who were now walking following the two reincarnated doorman figures he had met at the top of the hill of the school's backyard.
The breeze flowed gently in the ears of the Barrel. The tinkling sound of the bell flower lily of the valley brought the atmosphere to a wistful. This second time the clinking of the lily valley bell flowers sounded harmonious. And one soul exited the body of Laras after the closing of the door of reincarnation before Laras.
Laras' body was mired but swiftly Aksara caught the body. Help him to keep his balance.
"Is your condition that bad?" Aksara releases its grip on the body of Laras. There was only a piercing cold radiating from behind the body of the Aksara. The piercing aura that made him have to quickly release Laras from all his attention.
"I'm just too happy and can't control my emotions." Laras replied.
In front of them now stands a teenager responsible with his pet hat. He looked to his right and to his left.
"Oh! I'm not on the bus anymore?" the first muttered the responsible teenage figure. "Am I really dead?" he asked with innocence that could not be hidden from his facial expression.
Barrel opened the pages of his black-coated old book. Look at the list of names of the boys who are still waiting for answers from him.
"Hmm.." Baras's responsibility on the teenage figure's responsibility.
When the incident first. 15 Years ago. She works part-time to supplement her school savings. Together with the driver, he became a support worker on the bus whose purpose was to take the children for an excursion. As the incident unfolded, he was sitting near the entrance. Come humming with songs sung by children on the bus.
As the incident unfolded, in the teenager's memory of the responsibility, before actually dying, his figure saw how some adults on the bus were protecting the figure of the children who were with them. His feelings at that time hoped that someone would do the same to him. But he was alone at the time. In his sincerity, the teenage figure said a lot of thanks to all adults on the bus who tried to protect the children on the bus.
"There have been some adults who have left the bus" the teenager said. "I didn't think it was my turn to leave the bus."
"What's your name?"
"Water" the soul figure smiled then disappeared into something that was united with gusts of wind, water and fire. The figure of the young man who innocently thanked him for saving himself from suffering.
"Please immediately save the children's lives." The echo of the voice disappeared with the teenage figure of responsibility.
See nature from the top of the hill
As far as I can see let go..
The river looks winding,
Green rice fields stretched
Like a carpet at the foot of the sky
Soaring mountain, looming,
cloud-shaded...
Oh. beautiful scenery.
Cipts.
Alm. Cpc. Mahmud.
As soon as the song was finished being sung, the sound of forced brakes and shouts filled the sound of Laras hearing. He had to cover his ears because he felt very noisy.
"Clearned!" Aksara patted Laras' shoulder. The barrel still does not respond. He was still struggling against all the voices ringing in his ears. Baras was screaming in pain. Then again close both ears tightly. Immersing himself in his crouching position, Laras began to feel his soul being torn apart. Another shadow appears memory Laras. Where a shadow of a golden-winged female angel had been blindly torn apart by a group of souls. The eyes of the souls were so dark and empty. And the splashes of blood that came out of the strands after strands of golden wings turned the place that was so beautiful to be so dark. There is no life in that place. All colors are removed and leave only black, white, and gray.
Barrel gasp. The pain from the plucked golden feather was felt Baras on his back. A very sick pain. Who pressed Laras into his consciousness. The empty-eyed souls now seemed to be shrouding his helpless figure. Until Laras uses the rest of his power to at least fight those dark-eyed souls.
He felt that he was flapping wings that only part of his bones remained. Give another splash on all those dark-eyed soul figures and turn them into ambiguous figures. The soul figure was black, white, and gray.
Laras was immediately aghast from the shadow of his memory. He saw the figure of Aksara looking at him worriedly.
"What's going on?"
Laras looked up at Aksara. Pay attention to the wings behind the back of the Aksara in the form of bones.
"Why do your wings look like that?"
"Why suddenly ask?!"
The barrel regulates his breathing. He slowly stood up by supporting both hands on both knees.
"Just want to know." replied Laras.
Aksara smiled and then tried to flap the small wings behind him.
"This wing is a sign to the degree to which you have lived your redemption. I don't know that's for your sins. Obligations. Or the debt of life."
Laras.
"I am. for the revenge that I have. I once insisted on bringing one soul down a path darker than the gray valley. It was an abyss of misery."
Aksara then recalled the day that he lost his golden hairy wings. Replaced with the wings of bones that are now a memory of his actions that will not be able to repeat the events of that day to save his beautiful wings.
"That's another old story. A story where I learned a lesson and a valuable experience for the fateful choices I had."
"Sorry!" Laras said he realized he was opening an old wound that Aksara had hidden for so long.
"I know why you're asking." Aksara turned her body. Take a leisurely walk following the direction of the sunlight that day.
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