Chapter 4:

Chapter 3

Vanilla Twilight

“Hey, did you like going to school?”

Taken aback by her sudden question more than I should have been, it takes me a couple seconds more before I could give her an answer.

“I… never liked it.”

“How come? You strike me as a person who liked going to school. How about college? Are you enjoying it so far?”

“How’d you know I was in college?”

“Well, you seem a little too old to be a high schooler, and too young to be part of the working class. So, I just took a wild guess.”

“I must admit, you do have quite the eye to notice all those details.”

“So, why didn’t you like going to school?”

A question is brought up, one that I don’t have the right answer too. Or more like, one which I have too many answers to.

Why didn’t I like school?

“There are many reasons for that, but the most profound of them, has got to be the fact that it was simply draining for me.”

She nods her head a couple of times as if she understood, but I already know that manner a little too well, so I use the silence as a reason to continue and elaborate where I’m going.

“It was mentally, physically, and emotionally jarring for me to continue to live my day-to-day life in the exact same manner each time. Some find routines convenient as it doesn’t take much thinking to do whatever it is you’re doing every day, and I don’t understand how they’re able to do something like that. To me, it’s just plain tiring. College isn’t any different, and— Ah, sorry if I said too much to dampen the mood…”

“What? No, no! You aren’t doing anything bad, in fact, what you’re doing is good! It’s beneficial for you. And I don’t mind listening to how much you say because, well, I like listening to the problems of others! It’s my own form of letting out. Weird, isn’t it? My way of letting out is by letting the problems of others in.”

“Not really. I personally don’t find it strange. Well, I can’t say much about that since it’s not like I talk about my problems openly that much.”

“Ah— could it be that you have no friends?”

“…could you have maybe phrased it a little bit more, you know, softly? If you say it like that, it’s just going to make me feel bad about it.”

“Uweh, s-sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! I swear!”

Heh, she’s adorable. It’s dangerous.

“No worries, it’s not like I like having many friends. I find them troublesome, either that, or it’s just my twisted way of saying that I don’t have the mental and social capabilities to keep friends. Anyways, enough about me, how about you? Do you like school?”

She stops in front of me, and I stop soon after. I hear her take a deep breath before exhaling and turning around with a frailer smile than before. Almost as if it could break at any given moment.

“First, you have to guess how old I am and answer a few questions!”

In an instant, her personality and expression shift back to the one she had earlier.

“Your age, huh…”

It’s hard for me to guess her age as well as she guessed mine since I haven’t paid much attention to her. Though from the short chances I did have, I can give a rough estimate. Her maturity isn’t that of the average high school nowadays, and the way she speaks with more confidence than others…

“20, you’re the same age as me…?”

“Ding ding ding! You’re right on point! If you had said anything other than that, I would have broken down and cried.”

“Would you really go that far?”


I… don’t understand this girl.

“Okay, since you passed that, let me ask you the first and only question.”

“Only question? I thought you said “a few”?”

“Yeahhhh, my bad. Anyway—

—Do I… look happy?”