- What is your full name?
- Pham Thanh Nghia
- What name sounds like a girl's?
Nghia was startled,
stepping back:
- What, why does it sound like a girl's? Are you
crazy?
- Just kidding, just kidding
Vy waved her hand, giggling. It had been a long time since she had been able to joke and laugh happily with her friends like this.
- How nearsighted are you?
Vy noticed the thick black-rimmed glasses Nghia was wearing. How could he be so nearsighted?
Nghia pointed at the glasses, his voice seemed hesitant:
- This one, no prescription, just for looks
.
Vy didn't wonder much, anyway, she couldn't touch him. But turning back and forth a few times, Vy felt something strange. The girl stared at him, after a while
then jumped up:
- Oh my god, why is your body colorless?
Only then did Vy realize , his whole
body was only black and white, she could still vaguely see the images of the shops
through Nghia's body.
He just smiled faintly at
her:
- Don't you remember anything, I'm just a ghost.
A ghost cannot
have color, have a heartbeat, because basically a ghost is just like compressed air.
But it can
feel everything around, feel the taste of friendship, love, and family.
Vy was sad and said
nothing, the little girl suddenly realized that although she was a victim of school violence, there were still many
people whose fates were much more cruel than hers,
Like Nghia for example.
He was only fifteen years old
like her, in that youthful age full of ambition, yet Nghia had to leave
this world.
Not only that, he
couldn't be liberated, it was truly a painful story.
Vy suddenly had a
strange emotion, the little girl sadly asked him:
- Why...did you die?
Vy wanted to know a little more
about him, as a friend.
There was no response. The atmosphere fell into silence. Vy also stopped walking,
her heart was in turmoil.
Was her question too rude? Would it hurt him?
But right after that,
Nghia woke her up from her thoughts:
- When I was questioned about paying the money, I ran away, was cornered
near the river, then unfortunately fell into the water. At that time, they did not intend to
, I could have lived if I had been saved, but because they were worried about the bullying being exposed, they
quickly ran away. So, I lost.
A boring
and tasteless death. He paused for a moment, his voice gradually lowered:
- Unfortunately... I still have too many things
unfulfilled, too many things I want to say. This death, I really cannot
accept.
The two slowly walked
on the bustling street, no one said a word. Luckily, Nghia happily ran
ahead:
- But anyway, now, I'm not
being bullied and I have friends!
He turned his head, smiling gently at Vy. The girl looked a bit absent-minded, his smile in her eyes.
Nghia... was really optimistic, not like her at all.
Vy looked at him with an admiring gaze, but she quickly shook her head to chase away that thought, turning to ask Nghia:
- So now, what will friends do together?
The girl really couldn't have imagined, being friends was also so difficult. Remembering when they were little, just being in class together, not knowing when they had met and become friends. Vy tried to remember
what she had done with her friends before. The girl thought and said:
- Probably, going out together?
Vy accidentally glanced over at the vending machine on the other side of the street. The little girl looked at the five thousand and
the remaining ten thousand bills in the wallet next to her bag, her
brain suddenly popped up.
That's right, friends have to
buy things for each other!
Vy's eyes lit up,
she left Nghia who was clueless, and quickly ran to buy water.
Vy hesitated to choose the ten thousand water bottle, then regretfully watched the ten thousand bill
"swipe" into the machine. The little girl sighed, brought the water bottle in front of Nghia:
- Here, for you!
Nghia was a bit surprised, his
eyes showed strange fluctuations:
- Oh my god, people are ghosts, why do you
keep confusing them!
- Oh, I thought ghosts still had to eat? - Vy wondered.
She bought this water
for you, how could she waste it so easily!
- It doesn't matter if the ghost eats or not, I'll show you - Nghia immediately took the cold water bottle from the girl's hand. Even so, Vy didn't feel anything, she just saw the water bottle disappear. Vy kept looking at her hand and then at Nghia's hand, thinking to herself.
Ghosts are really amazing!
When he held the water bottle, it "magically" lost its yellow color and turned black and white. Nghia opened the lid, took a sip of water, and then, a strange
thing happened.
From somewhere on the street, a puddle of water
appeared.
Vy stood beside her, her eyes wide open, watching the supernatural things happening.
Ghosts... there really are too many strange
things!
Then, with her endless curiosity, Vy took Nghia to experiment with food. And the result was no different.
When the little girl was half-laughing and half-crying while eating the grilled skewers and helplessly slapping her forehead because her friendship mission had failed, a "boom" sound from the side made Vy jump. She quickly turned around, but he was no longer beside her:
- Nghia, hey, Nghia, stop joking!
The little girl panicked and loudly called out. Passersby heard the sound and looked at Vy with puzzled eyes, wondering
who she was calling.
A little fear and despair rose in Vy's heart. She searched around the place where the two were walking, but
Vy still couldn't find him. Worry overwhelmed her. Where are you, Nghia?
Even though she had gone everywhere she could, she still could not see his figure. Vy's legs had become numb, her breath was heaving, she squatted down on the side of the road, gasping for breath. Vy began to
doubt herself, was she having an illusion?
Vy shook her head vigorously, dismissing the thought. She could not accept this, because Nghia was her
first close friend in this school year.
Bringing her to the magical land
of friendship.
The sky was getting dark, getting colder. Vy gently clenched her arm, her whole body cramped weakly.
It felt like loneliness was imprisoning her.
Vy faintly heard the sound
of people hurriedly passing by:
- Tch, it's already eight o'clock.
Oh, it's eight o'clock already?
The little girl stood up, indifferently
looking around, clutching her backpack and walking home. Each step she took was heavy, filled with sadness.
Well then...let's pretend that
nothing had happened.
But deep in those words, was a small ray of hope for her.
If our friendship was like a pouring rain, quietly coming and quietly going, then Vy hoped that one
day, some moment...
She would see a brilliant
rainbow in her heart full of wounds.