After that, for a while.
Every night, I would dream, and they were all weird dreams.
Sometimes I dreamed I was wandering around in the mountains, unable to find my way home no matter what I did. Other times, I dreamed I was lying in a cold, cramped space, unable even to turn over. It was extremely uncomfortable.
Sometimes.
I also felt as if I were surrounded by many seductive women.
It was wonderful.
But that happiness soon disappeared.
The women vanished too.
The surroundings became empty, and an unbearable sense of emptiness filled my heart. I wanted to kill myself immediately and escape this world.
The weird dreams continued for a month.
They only gradually faded before the summer vacation began.
I slowly returned to normal.
And at that time, my career as a volunteer teacher also came to an end.
Three years.
I was about to leave the village where I had spent three years.
I was leaving the elementary school where I had worked hard for three years.
Before I left.
The village chief, some of the villagers, and the children I had taught all came to see me off.
The children were innocent.
No matter how mischievous they usually were.
They were all very sad at that moment, asking if I would come back again and whether I could stay.
I was sad too.
I told them I would definitely come back to visit them.
Among the crowd.
I did not see the Little Boy.
I did not pay much attention to it.
Although I seemed to have a good relationship with the child usually, his solitary nature had not changed. Perhaps he did not want to appear in a place crowded with people. Maybe he had grown accustomed to being ostracized and instinctively kept away