The Snow Maiden

I was always a straight B student. Because a C made me look dumb and an A wasn't worth the effort. Scoring an A is for suckers. This pissed off the wrong people (my parents), so I was punished by being sent out here: a village in the snow country. But instead of building character, I met this village's darkest secret: the girl in the snow. She was dead and she changed my life. - UPDATES EVERY MONDAY, WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY!


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5. Chapter 5

"What do you think I am?" 

I didn't know how to answer that question. And I doubted that a straight-A idiot would know the answer either. Because this was beyond what you could learn in a textbook. 

No shadow. No marks in the snow. Save for the footprints. Which is a contradiction. Because if she was really a ghost, then she shouldn't leave footprints. 

But. Could she be…?

“Are you a ghost?" I asked. 

"I don't know." 

If she wasn’t a ghost, then what was she? All things considered, she definitely wasn’t human. I needed more information. 

"What do you mean by that?" I asked. 

Yuki stepped closer to me, leaving a trail of steps behind her. She carried with her the faint scent of winter. She said, "Like I said, I don't know what I am. But I do know that I'm not alive. Maybe I'm ghost? Yes, I think I am a ghost. That is the logical conclusion, no?" 

Huh? What the hell was she talking about? She didn't know her name, she knew that she wasn't alive and she isn't sure if she is a ghost? Is she a moron of a supernatural being? 

Alright, calm down. Let's assume for a moment that I'm not hallucinating, which I probably am. But let's entertain this notion. If I take everything at face value, then this Yuki girl is most likely a ghost or something like a ghost. She does have some physical presence in this world, evident by her footsteps and the slight weight I felt when I lifted her, but not all of her is here, as shown by the lack of a shadow. Which could only mean...

I said, "You are a half-assed ghost." 

Yuki's expression was a blank. Then there was a twitch of intense anger under her right eye. Her blue pupils turned red. Holy shit. I think I pissed her off.

I quickly added, ”B-but! Since I can see you, does that mean I'm the only one who can see you?"

"Hmmm..." Suddenly she calmed down, as though this question was enough to distract her. "I don't know. You are the first one who has followed my footsteps. And you are the first I have talked to…since…” Her voice trailed off.

Wow...I almost felt sorry for her. She has lost her memories, she doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know if she is dead or alive, and she hasn't talked to anyone for as long as she has been in her current state. And it seemed that for whatever reason, she can't pass on and is stuck here. 

"I'm sorry," I said. 

She smiled. "It's alright. I can't remember anything, so there's nothing to be sorry for." 

Then I said, "Is there anything I can do for you?" 

"You can help me pass on to the next life." 

"And how do I do that?" 

Yuki crossed her arms and seemed to think long and hard for a while. Then she said, "There is one thing that I remember." 

"Which is what?" 

"Before I died, I've always loved vending machines and Japan has the best vending machines. But then I died before I could try every drink at the vending machine in the village." She cradled the can of milk tea in her hands. "I think if you can bring me every drink the vending machine offers, then I can pass on." 

Yeah, you know what? I was right. She is the most half-assed ghost ever. 

I said, "You can't be serious." 

She said nothing. Instead, she had her back to me. She was gazing down the path, at the last moments of the daylight. She said, "It's almost night time, isn't it time for you to go back?" 

"Yes, but — " 

Before I could finish my sentence, she had vanished. 


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