Parallel lines never meet — they go on forever and never touch same with perpendicular lines they meet once but then they drift apart..
Forever
In a dark room, a boy sits at his computer gaming until he loses the game and gets pissed off. He slams the keyboard and starts cursing until he tires himself out. After that, he feels a little guilty. He stands up, letting out a sigh to calm himself, heading toward the exit door. As he passes through the dimly lit, grimy rooms, he doesn't seem to care much.
Walking through the snowy streets at night, lined with heaters everywhere, he says:
"These heaters are such a pain, they make me feel bad for the animals that died because of them."
He stops in front of a convenience store, coming out a few minutes later with a bag containing instant coffee.
Back home, he starts preparing the coffee. While he's doing it, he hears some knocks at the door accompanied by muffled voices, but he ignores them. The knocks get more frequent every minute. He gets stressed and goes to the door. When he gets there, no one's there—just a letter.
The letter, written by his mother, tells him to go to Fontaines.
「!?」
I'm confused. Why a letter at this hour, and a letter of all things? She could just send a message.
I don't pay much attention, toss the letter aside, and go to bed.
Despite acting like I don't care, I'm a little thoughtful about that letter.
I wake up early, unlike usual. Since it's cold, I decide to wear warmer clothes, putting on an old black jacket.
Since I don't know where this place is, do I have to ask someone? Damn it.
I decide to go on my own. This place can't be that far from here. Even though my sense of direction isn't the best, I didn't want to have to ask anyone.
I walk through the streets, following direction signs, taking those with names somewhat similar to what's on the letter. After searching a lot, I get tired. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Looks like there's no way around it—I have to ask someone.
Looking around, I'm on a somewhat deserted street, a bit away from the big city buildings. Then I see a small old woman sitting in front of what I assume is her house. A little nervous, I walk toward her and hand her the letter without saying anything.
She looks at me and gives a creepy smile. I get even more nervous, but then she says:
"You shouldn't go to that place. It's dangerous."
I look at her without saying anything, waiting for her to tell me the way. Because, after all, I don't care if it's dangerous or not—I'm going anyway.
As if she read my mind, she says:
"Well, it seems there's no going against that place's will. You should head west if you want to get there. You'll see a park—go inside it."
She says this with a sigh of concern.
So I brusquely take the letter from her hand and head west.
But then I remember I don't even know which way west is, so I go back to her. She looks at me for a while, then points in a direction.
Now I'm finally heading the right way.
I walk for a while, but I still haven't seen any park. I start wondering if I went the right way, if I missed something, and I get nervous, looking around. But nothing comes to mind, so I keep going along the same path.
After walking a long time—so long that night falls—I enter a park. Feeling a bit calmer, I stop for a moment to catch my breath.
Looking around, I notice the park is kinda empty. Maybe because of the time?
I don't pay much attention and head deeper in. I pause for a second since it looks like a forest, but I'm already far from home, don't know how to get back, and it's too late. So I go in anyway.
As I keep going, I realize it was a terrible idea. I'm screwed now.
I panic and try to go back where I came from, but I can't see the way back anymore. So I start running, trip over something on the ground, and fall face-first into the snow. But instead of cushioning the fall, it just comes down with me. Then I pass out.
I wake up. I'm still in the middle of the snow, but I feel a bit of warmth.
Did I sleep here? It's already morning.
I get up while brushing the snow off my body—it kinda sticks to me.
I look around and feel a bit uneasy, like something's wrong, but I can't pinpoint what it is.
Should I yell for help in a moment like this?
But I can't. It's like my voice doesn't exist or is stuck deep down—until the moment I actually speak.
Since I don't have the courage, I keep walking. Maybe if I go in one direction long enough, I'll get out of this place. I don't remember there being such a big forest near where I live. So it's fine?
...
But I was wrong. No matter how far I go, I see nothing but trees and snow.
I give up.
I lean against a tree.
That old woman must've tricked me... If I see her again, I swear I'll kill her.
Will someone come rescue me in this place? I don't think so.
...
Really nothing?
Please...
...
I think this is really how I'm gonna die.
No, I think I'm being dramatic, just because I got lost in a forest...
Then I hear an unusual noise in this forest, but familiar.
「A girl」