You and I were friends with a deep bond. Throughout our 10 years of friendship, we got along well without any major incidents. Perhaps God found that annoying. You were hit by a car while crossing the street with me. To protect me. I couldn't even visit you in the hospital because of the guilt. I was too afraid to see your face.

One day, while I was drowning in despair, a person appeared in my dream and told me that if I wanted to save my friend, I had to erase my existence from the world. People would gradually forget me, and I would be remembered as someone who never existed. I accepted that offer. I wanted to escape this endless guilt and helplessness.