I wake up in the morning to see the second bed gone. “Anguila?” I jump out of bed and run into the other room. “Anguila!” The pile of trinkets residing next to the couch that I’ve grown accustomed isn’t there.
She’s gone, vanished, disappeared without a trace.
I collapse onto the floor and start crying. As I wipe my tears away, I notice a purple ribbon tied around my wrist – the one she kept around hers.
I take it off my wrist and see a small tag on it. The text reads “4371 Bᴇʟᴛ”. Underneath it is a small, neatly handwritten note: “𝘞𝘦'𝘭&
“Yes?” She looks up from the latest object she’s fiddling with.
“What do you call this?” I grab some of my hair and hold it out.
“And these?” I point to my eye.
I sigh. “Okay, seriously. We need to figure out a way to have a consistent vocabulary. I don’t know how you grew up, but we call these different things. This is hair, these are eyes, these are ears, and this is a nose. Got that?&rdq
About midway through the day Anguila appears on my balcony. I open up the sliding door and she enters into the apartment.
For a girl who lives out in the woods, her clothes are surprisingly clean.
“So we’re going to do this over in the kitchen so that nothing gets too messy, alright?” I go towards the chair I set up in preparation and gesture for her to sit down.
She sits down and I grab the hairbrush. I realize her hair, like her clothes, is surprisingly clean as I brush through it. I suddenly think of something and pause.
“This is going to take a while. Hang on.” I head over towards my room and pull out an old
I arrive home from my apartment after a visit to the bank, soaked through to the skin. I need to invest in an umbrella one of these days. I turn on the light and start to wring out my hair over the sink when I hear noises at the window. I turn on the balcony light to see the girl looking in, absolutely drenched from head to toe. She rubs her arms up and down a little, with goosebumps all over them. She starts talking, but I can’t hear her through the glass. I walk over and slide the door open.
“–It is not that I need shelter or anything. Rocks are just very bad at keeping the cold and wet out. I would like to stay here for t
“Hey, you.” The girl stares in my direction.
I instinctively look around, trying to see if anyone else is nearby.
“You, with the long head accessories and the green optical sensors.” Does… does she mean hair and eyes?
“…Yes?” I respond hesitantly.
“Know where I can get fuel around here? My tank is running empty.” She looks a annoyed yet sheepish at the same time. Where did this girl even pick up this kind of lingo?
I feel sorry for her, since despite her air of confidence, it seems like she has no idea what she’s doing. “Um, if you mean you’re hungry, I have some