chapter? 3 (?)

As the birth rate declined. The population diminished considerably. To compensate for the lack of manual labor. A life form was created by me, I am making this based on my own desire. They similar yet different from people they known as 'STEIN'

"Say, what kind of flower is that?" 

"Oh, its name is still unknown."

"Hm, it's looks like an angel lives in this tree! Why don't you named it angel's feathers? Because the flower look like an angel's feather?"

THE GARDEN WHERE AN ANGEL LIVES

"Say, didn't you say we'd go see the zoo today?!"

"I had to go, to do some work all of sudden, so let's go another time."

"WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT, ME OR YOUR JOB!?"

"Don't throw a tantrum! Since when you sounds like preschooler from the soap opera?"

"Yes, yes enough... Here I am your lovely doctor for periodic house call."

Leaning back against his leather chair, the psychiatrist underlined a word with his quill, add emphasis to the thought. Peering over his round spectacles, he examined the patient before him once more.

"Since the zoo came we don't need to go to the zoo anymore."

I went out from the room and just leave both of them alone for the examination.

He's anomaly. Compared to other STEIN his extremities are frail and his lifespan is short since he's the first STEIN that I made and the only STEIN that know feelings. This fleeting existence includes affection, he is called -the broken angel-

He knows that but always seems to be cheerful he's so gifted, beautiful yet fragile it seems he's a short-lived miracle. The silk curls of his short blonde hair, his ever-innocent baby blue eyes, his sweet warming smile, makes me forgot how fragile he is.

I stayed by the door of the room, waiting, hopping and worrying. With the wind quietly whistling and the sun obscured by clouds, an unsettling aura hung in the air.

"I'm done!" The quack doctor came out alone with his big grin smile.

"Where's he? How's he doing?"

The question felt trivially silly, yet nevertheless perfectly fitting. None of us doesn't know how's he doing but I do still had a little tiny hope that what I thought all this time isn't true.

"Ah, he's in the garden, I wonder what will happen if you keep caring for him? It's hard to tell you this but.." His big grin turn into something un-described. After pausing for a few seconds, the gentle calls of the wind his only response, he spoke again."By winter.." The words caught in his throat, and he had to let out a quiet wail as he tried to finish the sentence. "No, he probably doesn't even have until fall."

Death. Somewhere in your heart. You don't think about when that time will come once you are born, you can't escape this fate.

Overwhelmed with emotion, my eyes came to rest on the photograph that was framed on the stone before me. It was a repeating snapshot of him at age seventeen, his carefree expression never change even if he's not the same person as he used to be. He's just my memory now, my pieces of memory.

"Is that so?" 

I looked at the mirror my face was hard to read, with my eyes that were blank so I hope he wouldn't read my feeling.

"But, I'm relieved you've come to care about something since you can make such a face. You haven't really been living so somehow seeing your expression change is easy and surprising. I'll take my leave before you kill me by those psychopath eyes. Well, if something happens let me know right away."

He went away into nowhere just like he used to be. That crazy doctor is just like a ghost that came and gone by himself.

"So, the dream starting to come to an end huh?"

My lips curled into a sad smile as I remembered how that crazy doctor used to be the male that take me by the hand and read the last letter that Ricci gave me and he's the one that give me a lot of money for this STEIN, he trust me 'till the end even through my STEIN is still incomplete until now .

Along with the fluttering blossoms. Somehow I get the feeling that Ricci's full bloom and about to fall. So fragile like a thin glass against a harsh blow of the wind. It feels like he can fall apart any minute.

They fell, fluttering rapidly. No matter how much I pray this wish won't be granted. The flowers just continue to flutter down. There isn't anything I wouldn't do if it only meant that he could continue living. So, please don't take him from me, while I know, it won't be granted all I can do is keep praying, It'd be nice if time could stop.

When the spring flower scattered with fresh green leaves starting to bud. I am alone. Again. No! Not this time! Now Ricci's heart will always stay in those chest of him no one can take it away accept me. Since I'm gone he'll always alive and continue living. Because I know both of us meant to be separated.

I don't want Ricci to become confused and blame himself like the way I do, so I left a letter like he used to give me his last letter and I hope that crazy doctor that took my hand that night will take Ricci's hand read those letter.

"Ricci here's your letter I think it's better for you to read them by yourself."

Even though I don't have soul, I'll always love you, I left only my heart behind, when the angel's feather petals flutter down I'd be happy if you think of when I was with you. Even just a little bit. The season change and I'll come to see you when spring arrives. When the angel's feather petals flutter and scattered. I attached someone photo on this letter it's you Ricci but not you.

You know he's you, you deserve to live because you once give me life and now it's my time to give back what yours. 

the end? or not? 

 based on my mood ._.