It wasn't intentional, but I've come back to life. And in a bad way, at that...

First, I walk down the street with a black hat pulled low. To clear my thoughts and see if anything has changed.

Has it been three years? Four years?... No, maybe five.

I've returned after a long time, but will anyone understand? Will they really believe me?

What if I just get killed for no reason?

It was a very brief thought, but it felt like twenty minutes had passed. The feeling that the world is moving on without me; I don't want to die again, but this state isn't great either. My legs... they just stopped, as my blood flow raced as if I were on drugs.

When I lifted my head again to shake off this gloom, It Was

Al- Rea- Dy

Af- Ter

I Saw

You. .

Our eyes met, and for a moment, my breath hitched. Trying not to show it, I steadfastly swallowed my breath, slowly sinking into thought as I straightened my body that had slumped without me noticing.

I have... nothing to say.

More than anything, the fact that my gaze went to your neck before your eyes felt like a denial of my own existence.

The worry I had just moments ago about how to talk to you became meaningless, as I began to seriously consider whether I should run away.