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 becoming close to you, you were included in my daily life, beyond just break times and lunch. In a way, I think I was always the one to approach you first. 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 be together forever. In the process, I slowly forgot about you. It's my fault for taking you for granted and not treasuring you. I still regret that.

On the days we promised to hang out, I bailed on you to spend time with her. There were more days when I broke my promises to you than when I kept them. I must have valued the time meeting her more than you. If I had felt even a little bit of guilt back then, would things have been different?

But lately, she doesn't even read my messages. There were many days when she contacted me first, but everything stopped abruptly after yesterday. Worried, I tried calling her but she didn't pick up, so I contacted the police and reached out to you to share my concerns.

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

They said she was a corpse. And a cold, dismembered one at that. The case even made the news, and they said the culprit was caught or something. I couldn't live a normal life after that.

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

Despite your worried words, even when you came to visit, no matter how many messages you sent, I just stayed in my room. Then, I saw that you sent another message, and I only checked it hours later. After seeing your message, I couldn't help but freeze in place.