Ash-boss
The other side of the story

The disappearance of Laras and the two guard figures before him made the figure of the maroon-robed guard rush to the gray valley. Checking every corner to confirm the whereabouts of Laras and the other two guard figures who came from behind the door of the gray Valley Stone. The search was carried out for quite a long time, until he found another figure who entered the valley door with a form that he recognized as the figure of his grandfather and grandmother Laras.

"Who brought you to this valley?" the figure of the maroon-robed guard stopped the old man's footsteps at the valley door.

"We don't know where we are, and we just keep going until we find the end of our journey here" replied the grandfather.

"This place looks good" said the grandmother.

The guard's figure was silent. One more secret of the gray valley is that every new soul who comes will see the place as it reaches the end of the test of its life. The extent to which each new soul understands a place that becomes the end of their life journey.

"How should I explain to your grandchildren about this?" the guard shows his figure as Eren to the soul of Laras' grandfather and grandmother.

"We will wait for him here until he chooses what is the destiny of his life."

"Can I say something like that?"

"Please take care of our grandson while he hasn't found what to do!"

"What if he doesn't choose this place?"

"We know our grandson and his choice won't lead him to regret."

Hearing that answer, Eren's figure was sucked in by the space of time. He returned to his original place just a moment after the appearance of the figure of Laras in which he disappeared from his sight.

"Who are you really?" Eren's other figure welcomes Laras' silence upon returning to the world where Laras is riveted. And the same question also flowed from Laras as soon as a shadow flashed clear in his memory.

Where in the shadow, he witnessed how an accident happened. How the shock of a rolled-up bus took so many lives. How little Kindergarten children who had just been singing cheerfully rolled from their seats and hysterical cries sounded everywhere. So noisy. The figure of Laras who was locked in the view of a baby girl using a pink bandana, was only glued to the scenery she saw.

At first glance, in the view of the baby girl with the pink bandana there was only a carefree laugh with the resounding chants of all the bus occupants. Likewise the figure of the baby girl who was in the arms of the father behind the sling he wore. His hands were being held to join in clapping with joy. The smiles of the two parents while marking the figure of a baby girl with a pink bandana look so close and familiar to the baby girl. The barrel felt something so warm protecting the figure of the baby girl with the pink bandana.But a second later, all the views turned dark. There were so many casualties. Moreover, Kindergarten age children who are without sin.

The speed of the clouds became so fast in the heat of the sun as if implying chaos began to occur in one story of life.

In the eyes of another woman in front of a baby girl with a pink bandana, there are clearly more deaths that should not have occurred. More fatalities are falling and more human destinies are changing due to the accident incident. In the eyes of another figure in front of him, the shadow of Laras' memory locked in the body of a baby girl with her pink bandana also saw many other victims who were outside the shaggy bus. Some motorcycles were destroyed either on the body or on the side of the road. There was also a motorbike driven by an old man who was piggybacking on a little boy. Several trucks, minibuses, and private cars as well as passenger cars were rolled over and showed even greater chaos.

Amidst the excitement, the cry of a baby girl with pink bandana was heard quite clearly in the shadow of Laras' memory. And as if to be a sign for the souls who are still attached to his life, the cry of the baby seemed to invite a figure of a pick-up angel was fixed on his tiny figure.

The baby girl with pink bandana who was being held tightly by her parents who were either where the souls of the two parents were. Protected in the arms of the parents, the baby girl with the pink bandana was as unwilling as she tried to grab the face of a shadow of an angel who was kneeling down and staring fixedly at her eyes.

“Are you also the same soul as them???" that was the sentence that Laras could hear from inside the figure of the baby girl with her pink bandana.

The figure of Laras in the body of a baby girl with a pink bandana trying to touch the cheek of an angelic shadow in front of her.A figure of an angel now appears to turn and turn his back to the baby girl with her pink bandana. A shadow of the angel looked at the other souls who were tightly bound to all parts of the baby's body.

“That death always goes hand in hand closely with one life story.”

An echoing voice carried the figure of Laras raising the baby's head with his pink bandana looking up at the sky. His gaze was fixed on the ranks of clouds that were moving slowly and seemed so hollow. Emptiness filled his entire memory. Loud-sounding voices slowly drifted away and were increasingly inaudible. His eyes now only appeared empty space that was so dark. Very dark.

Not understanding and maybe not remembering what is happening now, the baby with the pink bandana smiled and sounded cheerful while pulling the robe of an angelic shadow in front of him. Her loud laughter carried the souls of the crash victims on the bus one by one from the sight of the baby girl with her pink bandana.

There were some faces that looked smiling. Someone is sad. There is confusion. Someone is moody. Some even have no expression. And the souls of those children, all of them were still singing cheerfully. The echoes of their singing piteous at the ears of the memory shadow Laras who witnessed the beginning of a chaos in the course of the destiny of human life.

Until Laras realized that the figure of a small baby girl with a pink bandana was again trying to reach a figure of an angel's shadow in front of him. The dark and endless strings of life were witnessed by Laras through his touch on a figure of a picking angel before him. Very dark and dark. Instantly Laras felt a great pain in his chest.

Shocked and bouncing on another life, Laras sees how dark the punishment received from an angelic shadow he sees through the memory of a baby girl with her pink bandana. A shadow of the angel seemed to fall into a valley so dark. Every single one of the angels crashed into the deepest abyss, the figure lost its beautiful wings. One by one the feathers from his wings came apart and flew in the air. Displays light onto a vanishing emasan engulfed by darkness. Slowly revealing a face that had been covered by a puff of black smoke surrounding it. A very recognizable face Barrel. A figure of a face that is now just to look at him alone makes Laras feel intense pain in his heart and stomach. Like being struck by a powerful fist many times.

Laras was stupefied by the memories he saw. Her tears suddenly sagged. And leave unbearable sadness.

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