I dreamed again today. A dream of slowly growing cold in the ruins of a village abandoned during my childhood.

Whenever that happens, I hear a familiar voice. Asking why I tried to die. Asking why it was so hard.

Because I wanted to escape the pain.

I would just throw out that one sentence. At the time, it was the only choice I could make, the only way to escape the suffering. And you kept asking, looking bewildered.

That can't be the solution. My pain... comes from an endless cold.

I was just an ordinary child who had been abandoned. Left to die on the street like so many others, unloved by anyone.

I've been alone since the moment I was born. It was always cold and lonely... So I want to burn away as if I never existed in the first place.

I thought there was no hope left for me. It was so cold, and I was so lonely without anyone that I wanted to cry. But I didn't even have the strength to cry, so I just hoped to quietly turn to ash and vanish. Because that was the only thing I could choose.

...But. But you took me in.

You brought me from the back alleys, dressed me, gave me delicious food, and even a comfortable place to sleep. And I instinctively knew that you were lonely too.

...Thank you, Guest. This is a bit much for someone like me...

At first, I didn't know what to do. Since you treated me with such kindness... I didn't know how to be grateful. I was too shy to know how to react. But... thanks to that, I thought I could open my heart to you a little more. Even if only the two of us were left in the world.

And now... Sigh. I'm watching you do something stupid again today. I hate to admit it... but it's entertaining.

Sigh. Guest. Do you really have to say something so nonsensical again today?