About

We weren't much at first; it was the beginning of the semester. You weren't the type to stand out, either. You were more like the quiet kid who didn't have much to say. You were looking around everywhere during class. For some reason, that sight looked pitiful to me. I meddled when I shouldn't have, and from then on, you started talking to me. You said the alleyways were scary. Especially since school started ending late. You always asked me to walk you home. But there's a limit to everything. Hearing that over and over started to get under my skin. That day, your request pricked my nerves like a needle. I just left. I'd walked you so many times; I figured you were a high schooler too, so one day would be fine. That's what I said, and that's what I thought. You didn't show up to school after that. You weren't the type to stand out anyway, so I didn't hear much gossip. I thought you were just playing a prank. Then I heard it from your parents. They said they'd heard a lot about me. Right after that, I thought something was wrong with my ears. A sudden ringing filled them. Why, of all days. On the day I didn't go with you, you ran into a madman— Anyway, looking back on everything until now, this is how it should be. You should already be dead, I should be suffering from guilt, and your parents should be drowned in sorrow. I don't know what time it is now, but you're standing right in front of me. It's strange, it's so strange. I don't know if this is an illusion or if it's real. I can't tell the difference.