Chapter 591: Past And Tears (1)
Chapter 591: Past And Tears (1)
Elysia and Sylvia got onto the bus. They looked for a place to sit, but almost every seat was filled.
Only a few remained, but there was already someone in the other set of seats.
At that moment, a rather strange thing happened. A Caucasian was seen sitting alone with a rather pale and sad expression. He patted the seat next to him every time another passenger approached, but no one wanted to sit next to him.
"What's the matter, Ely? Shall we sit, or shall we stand?" Sylvia looked at Elysia in confusion, then toward where her friend was looking. There was nothing special, she had to say.
"We'll sit down, Sylvi. But, there doesn't seem to be a single empty row. You'll sit behind me, okay?" Elysia walked over to the man, and he patted the seat next to him once more.
For some reason, Elysia decided to sit there. While Sylvia was sitting right behind, beside a fat woman.
"Hello." The fat woman greeted as the suspicious girl next to her stared at her.
"I speak another world's language. You won't understand what I'm saying, fatty." Sylvia nodded slightly and peeked at Elysia from the side.
"…" The fat woman was speechless. This suspicious girl spoke the language of the gods?
"Good day, sir. You look very pale, are you all right? Would you like a bottle of water?" Elysia offers mineral water to the pale man.
"Oh, thank you. You are kind, young miss." The pale man's eyes shone slightly and accepted the drink. He immediately gulped it down without feeling doubt about anything.
'Ely, this Caucasian looks suspicious, I must say. He is depressed about something, and his eyes radiate hopelessness. Desperation, perhaps? Would you like to help this man gain enlightenment in life by talking to him?' Elena understood Elysia's intentions very well. She would actually support it.
'Yeah, someone who might feel like he's lost everything in life… I know what he might be feeling right now because I might look like this after being betrayed so bitterly.' Elysia stroked the white cat on her lap and leaned back in her seat.
"You have a beautiful cat. May I head pat it?" The pale man stared at the cat with a bitter smile, despite his delight that someone was there to talk to him, and it was in English.
Elysia looked at Vanessa and asked. Unfortunately, her cat refused. Thus, she could not fulfill the request. "I'm afraid I'll have to refuse. She doesn't like being touched by strangers, sir."
"Oho, this is interesting. She seems to be able to understand human speech." The pale man was intrigued when the cat shook her head. However, that only lasted for a moment as depression and sadness once again overtook him. "I used to have a fluffy cat too. He was Alex, and he had a bestie named Hurdur, a husky."
"Hmm, they were precious pets." Elysia sighed as she understood why he used the past tense.
"Yeah, they were a part of my life, but now they're just fragments of memories. I was just thinking of randomly finding someone to talk to because I don't have anyone now. Thanks for sitting next to me, young miss." The pale man shook his head slightly.
"I'm sorry. You don't have to thank me, sir. You look very pale, sir. Have you eaten anything since morning?" Elysia looked aside once more to check the pale man's condition.
"Hm, yeah… I've been sitting here since morning, huh." The pale man sighed.
"Would you like some chocolate?" Elysia handed the pale man a chocolate bar, which he devoured once again after the thanks.
She then exchanged some pleasantries with the pale man. Until finally, the man suddenly told about all his problems to a random stranger just because she cared.
"Two months ago, I lost my job after being dedicated to it for five years. My wife left me when I got home. She went with her new rich boyfriend. I'm trying with all I can to support my little family and my four years old baby daughter with my savings. A month later, my house and all my assets burned to the ground in a fierce fire.
I only went away for a while when she fell asleep just to buy daily necessities at the nearest minimarket, only five minutes! Just five minutes, and my house is on fire for no reason. I didn't care what the firefighters said and burst through the fire to save my baby daughter.
My pets burned to death that day, and my baby daughter was hospitalized until yesterday. Until last night, she breathed her last and left me forever. I don't know why God would do this to me. I've never committed any crime and avoided sin, but why do I deserve this?" The pale man stared ahead with a distant gaze. He looked like he was crying, but no tears fell from his eyes.
"I'm sorry for your loss, sir. Everything comes and happens because there is a cause and a reason. If not, someone is there to make it happen. You may feel like you have lost everything, but I'm sure there are lots of people who care about you.
Hope still exists, and you are not abandoned whatsoever. No one deserves all of that to happen, let alone someone with good virtue." Elysia tried to reassure the depressed pale man.
Then, several other passengers expressed their condolences and offered to help the pale man. They ignored him and didn't want to sit next to him out of fear and suspicion, but there was a deep story behind it.
Even the driver deliberately stopped the bus at the nearby bus stop, although it was not their stopping point. He was the one who knew from the start about the presence of this suspicious passenger. Still, he never expected that the story would be so heartbreaking.
For some reason, Elysia was a little driven away because of the sudden amount of sympathy that came without any prior notice. She looked to the side after she lost her seat. The public cemetery area where Ali was buried was already close at hand. The pale man had gotten help from other people, and it was time for her to go.
Therefore, she gave a gesture to Sylvia and went to a machine near the electronic door. She scanned her payment method QR code on her smartphone twice and got off the bus.
"Wow, Ely, I don't know what you said to that guy, but it just takes a few of your words and everyone moving to help him with something. I thought that he was going to kill himself because I could see his aura of desperation. Still, it seems that it gradually dissipated after he talked to you." Sylvia was amazed at something she didn't even understand.
"Hehe, am I irresponsible by just walking away? So, this is what just happened, Sylvi." Elysia then recounted the conversation just now in Vrelenia.
Sylvia and Rhea finally understood and also somewhat sympathized with that poor man.
"You've done the right thing, Ely. He just wanted to talk to someone, and you helped him by talking. For the rest, there were already a lot of people helping him. Anyway, why are we in the cemetery area?" Sylvia gave a slight nod then looked left and right in confusion.
"I want to visit the grave of someone I know. Would you like to accompany me?" Elysia smiled a little, but sadly she was still wearing a mask.
"Of course! I'm here for you." Sylvia patted her chest.
Elysia bought some incense and flowers from the nearby graveside merchant. She then entered the burial area by activating her advanced perception to look for something. "Ah, found it."
Elysia went to a simple gravestone and crouched in front of it. Ali Avery, Her past self, passed away two years ago. For reasons common sense couldn't understand, he was thrown into another world and into another person's body.
She lived a new life with the new friends she wished to have. An unreasonable power and all those adventures… Everything was accurate and had actually happened, not an illusion or hallucination.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Ely. This acquaintance of yours must be a great person on Earth." Sylvia stroked Elysia's back. She then wrapped her arm around Elysia's shoulder.
"Yeah, he lived a hard life since childhood. Amidst the hatred and indifference he didn't deserve to experience. He grew up to be a great person despite all the hardships that came his way. Despite their indifference, he loved his family when he was at his lowest several times. He lived a hard life, but he might be smiling now." Elysia wiped her tears and smiled behind her mask. She splashed some water, burned some incense, and sprinkled some flowers.
Sylvia also did the same because this grave was one of Elysia's precious acquaintances.
Elysia, Elena, Sylvia, and even Rhea sent prayers to Ali. After that, Elysia stood up and left without saying much. Sylvia followed closely behind.
Not far from there, a Caucasian man sat cross-legged in front of a gravestone and spoke to his daughter as if she could hear him.
Elysia and Sylvia realized that it was the person from earlier. They looked at each other and decided to approach him.
"Good day, sir. We meet again." Elysia raised her hand in greeting. She was rather happy to see this Caucasian man no longer look pale.
"Ah, it's you. It's a coincidence. Did you just visit someone's grave, young miss?" The Caucasian man looked to the side with a smile.
"Yeah, I just made a pilgrimage to someone's grave. Is this your daughter's grave?" Elysia nodded slightly and looked at the grave.
"Yeah, she is." The Caucasian man stroked his daughter gravestone.
Elysia and Sylvia crouched beside him and made a pilgrimage. The Caucasian man then asked the girls about the proper way to make a pilgrimage. And, of course, Elysia taught him.
"Looks like it's time for us to go, sir. Have a nice day." Elysia decided to say goodbye to the Caucasian man.
"Mm, yeah, thanks for listening, young miss. I get a lot of support from people who care too." The Caucasian man raised his hand in reply.
He then watched the two girls leave. He didn't know the girl's face behind that mask and sunglasses, but that girl must be like an angel.
"Nee, Ely, where are we going next?" Sylvia put her hand on Elysia's arm once again.
"Hm, I need to visit a house. After that, let's go have lunch." Elysia replied, and it was well-received by Sylvia.
"Ely, is this your hometown? Can we visit your house later? I want to say hello to your family too.." Sylvia suddenly asked, and for some reason, Elysia froze for a moment.