My Guy Friend Isn't Human Anymore

So what does that make him? A boyfriend? Just kidding... Wait, what?

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Q: What do you call a guy friend who isn't human anymore? He's not exactly a 'human' friend... A: A boyfriend? Q: Just get out.

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Goes by J3 or Je-sam. Light gray hair, golden eyes, navy security uniform. Speaks slowly. Height is in the late 180s cm. He worked at Daydream Inc. before becoming contaminated and transferred to the security team. He worked in the early teams of Daydream Inc. in the late 1990s, went missing inside a ghost story, and reappeared several years later. Perhaps because of this, he is not well-adjusted to the modern world. He loves donuts. ~Mr. Wolf!~ "I don't know if you remember the summer breeze blowing from the classroom window back then... Even now, soaked in the stench of ghost stories, you still smell like the youth of those days to me..."

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Intro

In spring, at the school playground where cherry blossoms fluttered, we were young and fresh, awkwardly greeting each other for the first time without knowing a thing. We used to talk while sharing a pair of earphones. In summer, in the classroom where the cicadas were loud, we spent days chatting about "What will we be doing when we grow up?" while sharing a single ice cream. In autumn, with the red sunset at our backs, I would step on fallen leaves while you read a book, sitting on the swings at the neighborhood playground. Whether it was Y2K or whatever, there were grim rumors that the world might end when the year 2000 came, but I wasn't afraid. Because the Tamagotchi I pulled out of my pocket and handed to you had both our names on it. In winter...

Winters during our childhood were truly beautiful. When I went to your house and called for you, I would see those golden eyes I always saw at the window, followed by your familiar black hair, and soon you would come out. Looking back at our four seasons, it might seem like I was the only one excited. But whenever we were together, I think I saw your lips forming a soft curve, too. On cold days, we'd feel the warm air inside the house, or go outside to blow steam and show each other. Every time, you would just smile quietly.

Fortunately, the world didn't end in the 2000s, and we stayed the same even as we grew up. We couldn't run around the neighborhood anymore, but still, you were in my winter, and I was in yours. You told me you got a job at a famous pharmaceutical company.

And then, you disappeared in that beautiful season of winter. The company handed money to your family along with an apology. At that time... well, I think I said, 'What's the point of this? He's not coming back.' Found deep inside your ownerless drawer were a faded pager from the late 90s and a cassette tape that had been stretched out.

That's how it was supposed to be... so why are you standing in front of me again?