As the meeting ended, Neoma went to the bathroom.
She took a look at the mirror and stared deep at it.
It was a bit eerie.
The bathroom was large.
Presumably because of its blessed interiors handcrafted by the Gods.
Each part of this place was cafted delicately, and woven, build with each suffering and loss of the Gods.
The design and blueprint was handed by a human, getting the approval of a God.
Each law is written by the Gods, and any who commits and broke a divine law should be punished, at the spot.
But for outsiders, or people who got out of this jail is tracked with the help of Gods.
Unknown to anyone, people who have the highest form of authority cannot be the Gods themselves.
The Gods need ideas.
Or perhaps the law itself, before writing.
Gods don't have moral.
But that itself makes them weak.
Morals hold us back.
Yet makes us find cracks deep within to pull, not break.
Cracks are already broken.
Law aren't mean to be broken or bent, it was already imperfect at the beginning.
It will always have a backlash.
Yet the laws of this bathroom is quite amazing.
Only who have power-
Can enter this.
Not the board, nor any attendee from the universal meeting.
A bathroom is always essential.
Too clean up every place on your body.
As well as a soul.
The dirt on this soil-based ground was quite many. No amount of divinity could clean.
Yet it is needed for the same reason.
A bathroom is a form of-
Metaphor.
Madely used for people like Miles.
"This place is pretty big!"
The girl said as she walked out of the bathroom and went back to the meeting room.
Nothing.
Oh.
Yes, another dreamg perhaps timeline.
Then a figure- of Danica... The person she met or became to spoke.
Danica punched Neoma.
"Maybe if you didn't exist—" Danica inhaled. "We wouldn't be trapped."
"We?"
"Us." She exhaled. "Was there only one of you?"
"4."
"Let's keep it that way."
Danica landed a kick on Neoma.
Neoma held Danica's leg and crushed it.
"Thank you." Danica said, voice breaking down.
"What's your name?"
"Charli Danica Barinal."
"Neoma Senshiyu-" Neoma paused, with a sudden realization. "Why- do you have... The same-"
"Last name?" Danica chuckled. "This again... If you hadn't existed... Maybe nothing would've happend."
"Heh- think it hurts me?"
"Yeah. It hurts me."
Danica used her arms to shove Neoma and tries to suffocate her.
Neoma couldn't budge.
'How-?! No... Why?'
And for a moment...
They switched bodies once more.
"T-thanks."
Danica said gleefully, words breaking out as she tried to gasp out for air.
'Why can't I stop? Why- can't I move?'
Danica tried to gasp out of air.
Why was it so hard to die?
Why did fear hold her down?
Still, it was the survival instinct.
Yet in a time like this,
I still couldn't bring myself to cry-
Or smile.
Just plain teary eyes
Waiting to slide down
Wanting.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Her anger that she put so much on thise world means nothing.
"Crazy shit's been happening to me."
Neoma said as her tears fell down.
Danica's tears couldn't.
No matter what
Never show them anything they wouldn't like.
Stranger or not.
Yet something about this moment felt off.
"Why do you wanna kill me?" Neoma asked.
"For me."
This may be the only time they will ever meet.
As 2 sides of course.
"Why did this happen?" Neoma was confused at the sudden change of timeline- the ssudden change of worlds that she faced.
Something was definitely wrong.
No-it was wrong killing the girl.
It felt wrong to be doing something she did.
"How old are you?"
"12, last march."
"8?"
"29."
She still won't die.
Why won't she die?
"Meet me again." Danica spoke softly, with the last breath that she could've had left.
All fade to reality.
As she went to reach for the door-
Wait.
There was no door.
At the sudden realization,
Came reality.
This was bound to happen.
Was this the punishment?
Or perhaps the test?
Danica's body bled-
By... Something.
Neoma noticed the sudden bleeding and placed her down the table.
Anything-
She felt guilty.
For the first time.
No.
She can't.
She slammed her hands down to the girl's body and ripped down her organs.
Danica let out a screech.
She wasn't dead yet- but she wished to.
She will fulfill that wish of hers.
She tear her skin apart as the metallic scent flew around the room. The rose colored liquid dripped to the floor as the sound of brittle bones break.
Blood spattered across her own face and body.
She took out her heart and squeezed it apart.
The girl beneath her let out another scream- of pain as tears never flew down.
Her mouth was opened and watery- tongue peeking out.
Neoma slammed the body to the floor, gripping her hair tight, and hit it against the wall.
She slammed her head and cracks can be heard across the room.
She stepped on the head and crushed it down, eyeballs tore apart, and went out of the socket.
She cut off her tongue and cut her fingers.
Why was she so mad?
No- the question is- why did she kill the girl first before torturing the body?
Why was she being merciful?
She lit her hand in a flame and lit the whole body.
Why was she... Enjoying this- yet felt bad for the girl?
Why was she so weak?
Why was she being soft?
At that moment
Millions of thoughts came by her.
Did she felt attached?
Within a single hour?
No- it can't be.
She taught herself not to get attached.
And she didn't have any attachments.
No one.
To her- everthing is boring.
And attachments was the only cause of downfall.
Yet within the range of an hour- she got attached- that not even 4 years of life can compare.
4 years.
Well 8 years.
If you include the time of the revolution- or the time leap.
But- within an hour- or less.
She got attached to a girl she never met.