"I won't experience any of this," said the firefly. "So just for this few moments of watching the world. Let me just feel envious. Let me feel emphatic to how each person in the scene feels. It's just my silly little delusion. But would you at least let me?"
The bug catcher stood his ground. The elusive on its corner asking not for plea but just mere moment.
"I love seeing lovely scene such as these. Fireworks festival, lovers in their first date under the moonlit sky, first kiss of two friends, lies and smiles of destined couples, a lonely singing bard, a drunkard trying his best to get back home, a traveler reminded of his first love on his distant travels, and many more.
"I just wish moments like this would just stay on forever. I know it will be in my memory, but just this once, let me savor it more. Let me see it thoroughly. I know I shouldn't understand any of them but here I am minding other's story.
"I'm an eavesdropper. Sometimes a nuisance. I know. But please let me see it more," the firefly asked.
"You're playing with me, right?" the bug catcher asked. "You can't possibly-"
The firefly was crying.
The bug catcher laid down his net and, with the firefly, watched the scenery.
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