aglina

Back when I'd just left home, for the first few days, all I could do was hide in an old neighborhood close by. I didn't go out until nighttime because I was too afraid.

It was almost winter. The wind was humid and chilly, and I was still wearing the skirt I wore on my last day to school. My whole body had gone all numb.

I was like an aimless ghost just wandering around.

Then, a Messenger found me, or should I say I found him?

He was delivering letters right next door. When they got the letters, the recipients smiled at him, and it felt like that smile was for me too. It kind of... warmed me up a little.

And that's how you became a Messenger?

The opportunity was right there, so I took it. I had lots to learn, and it was all very difficult, but it was also very fulfilling.

After that, I started to believe that your interpersonal relationships are what really make you feel real, alive, existent.

Ever since I left all the people that knew me, this Angelina has started to fade away bit by bit.

//此处替换成懊恼

Eh, sounds horrible.

Yeah, looking back, I guess it kind of does.

After that, I started giving delivery a shot.

To my surprise, each and every time I hand over a package or a letter to somebody, the smiles on their faces did truly give me something.

It's only during these times that... I feel like I've come a little closer to all those emotions I once knew.

So I kept delivering. I kept experiencing those emotions between people, and I began to slowly find who I once was, who Angelina used to be.

You ain't the only one who gets those feelings, y'know? Them recipients get all glopped up by yer earnestness just the same. Like that pawpaw just now. You saw how happy he was to see you again?

Too bad. He said the package wasn't his.

'I got a grandson working out in the cities. He sent me that package of souvenirs—'

'They're some really sweet tangerines.'

'That book you got is probably meant for somebody else. I'm old. My eyes aren't what they used to be. Neo wouldn't send me a book.'

Well, he's right. A good grandson wouldn't send his pawpaw things he couldn't use.

Gotta say, though... These are some darn sweet tangerines.

Not only did we not do anything, he even shared his souvenirs with us.

Life's little corners're full o' surprises. Just on this trip, we got us some tangerines, 'n we also almost got beat up. Who'd'a thunk it?

Well, I didn't expect the same guy who ordered the new 'Moon & Lavender' velvet scarf and pajamas set would turn into some dangerous gangster at night!

If I'd known, I wouldn't have asked him if he ordered a new 'Moon & Lavender' catalogue outright like an idiot!

That was so funny, though! Cracked me right up!

That's right. Everyone could hear you laugh.

Just thinkin' about that scar-faced guy, how he'n and them two other fellers looked! If you said just one more word, they just might'a put us six feet under! Hahahaha...

I feel kinda bad, though. Maybe he really didn't want anyone else to know he bought that? That was my mistake. Thank goodness you were there to smooth things over.

'Much appreciated, Baws. We hope you and the lady will be satisfied with yer purchase today. Next time, how 'bout a catalogue too~?'

Sounds just like a salesperson, no?

Yeah, very professional.

Great! Gotta get it memorized, then! The next time I go on deliveries, maybe I should take this on as a side job! Can't get enough side jobs!

He's probably really fond of that item, though... I can't imagine him spending this much on insurance otherwise. I sure hope he'll be able to share his hobbies with everyone someday, openly.

This might just be the significance we Messengers have. It keeps him that much more at ease when it's a stranger that delivers his items.

But I betrayed his trust this time.

Looks like I gotta work even harder.