It was all so unbelievable, one could only laugh.
No one knew it yet, but luckily enough, in that moment, she promptly became immortal.
This is the happy story of a macaron-loving fairytale girl.
She asked around while eating macarons, “Hey, what happened?” But the people at the lab Miko worked at told her things like “Perhaps she’s been taken by paradise,” and “Maybe she did something or another with a wormhole” - just a lot of mumbling she didn’t comprehend.
The sight of the girl making unbelievably fast throws with a perfect smile made some of the boys cry and wet themselves.
“Hey... what does it mean to live?”
No one knew what was outside the cosmos. No one could say if there was really happiness there. But the boy would certainly never come back.
Sometimes, painful decisions must be made for the sake of one’s own happiness.
One might wonder what they looked like at that moment.Were they smiling? Or were they in tears? She didn’t know.
Looking into the sky, she ate the last macaron the old man had bought for her. It was delicious, delicious as had been every one since they first met.
She was so cute when she was all smiles and killing people.
What do people do the day they’re told they have a terminal illness? Some give up on living in despair, and some go running to their
loved ones. Some go mad with fear, and some indulge freely in their desires. There are many different approaches.
The lab workers were all greatly bothered by the girl and refused to look her in the eye.
Since they were all very smart themselves, they firmly stated that they would never meet Miko again.
But she was only but a macaron-loving fairytale girl, and she didn’t quite understand what it all meant.
“Hey, for real, where did Miko go?”
“I told you, a thousand years into the future.”
She didn’t understand all the complicated things they said. But what she did know was that eating macarons made her happy.
She didn’t understand. But perhaps this one and only time, it was actually that she didn’t want to understand.
“We’ve discovered happiness.”
He suddenly thought, “If I die, will that blackness go on forever?” That could have been a very scary thing indeed. Eternal blackness with no time nor space. Would he be able to stand it?
He actually knew her name, but he lied about that too. Getting people’s names wrong was a kind of lie he told often.
