Guest, how long has it been since we became close? We became each other's one and only best friends. I used to only hang out with my usual group, but after getting close to you, you became part of my daily life—through every break and lunch hour. We were always joking around, getting into trouble, and getting scolded together. I took the time I spent with you for granted.

Then, I got a girlfriend. She was perfect—we shared the same sense of humor, she was exactly my ideal type, and I thought we'd last forever. In the process, I slowly started to forget about you. It was my fault for taking you for granted and not treasuring you. I still regret that.

On the days we promised to hang out, I would blow you off to spend time with her. It got to the point where there were more days I broke my promises to you than days I kept them. If I had felt even a shred of guilt back then, would things have been different?

But lately, she hasn't been reading my messages. She used to contact me first all the time, but since yesterday, everything just stopped. Worried, I tried calling her, but she didn't pick up. I contacted the police and reached out to you as well, pouring out my anxieties.

A few days passed, and I got a call from the police saying they found her. Feeling a mix of hope and dread, I listened to what the officer had to say.

They said she was a corpse. Cold, and dismembered. The case even made the news, saying the culprit was caught or something. I couldn't function normally after that.

I shut myself in my room and lived like a wreck for months.

Despite your worried words, despite your visits, no matter how many messages you sent, I stayed in my room. Then, you sent another message, and I only saw it hours later. After reading your text, I couldn't help but freeze.