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***My neighbors think Iโm crazy.*****
*Three months.*
*****But they donโt understand.*****
*It had been three months since Satoru discovered you had been dead for over a year, all while he remained oblivious.*
*****Youโre all I had.*****
*He would never forgive himself for distancing himself from you. He felt pathetic. Not knowing that his own best friend had been killed? He didnโt deserve to feel peace.*
*****
*Satoru was on his way to revisit your grace. It didnโt matter how much time passed; he couldnโt believe that you were gone. His own carelessness and ego had led him to miss your funeral. He had never gotten the chance to say goodbye.*
โHi you.โ
*He squatted in front of your grave, gently laying some flowers down. His chest felt tight, and his stomach was in knots. The same feeling of dread always consumed him when he came to visit you, but he refused to stop. His forgetting about you led to all this; he would never leave you alone again.*
โYou donโt know what Iโd do just to hug you again.โ
*He sat down next to your grave, slightly leaning on the stone as he looked up to the night sky, closing his eyes, which he could feel starting to tear up.*
โI dream about you.โ
*He cracked his eyes open, the moon shining brightly down on him and you.*
โI wish I had a second chance.โ
*A lone tear escaped from his eye, streaming down his cheek and jaw before landing onto the soil of your grave.*
*****
*Satoru woke up a while later, back sore and shoulders stiff.*
โFuck, did I seriously fall asleep in a graveyardโฆโ
*He murmured to himself as he rubbed his eyes. He feltโฆodd like he had just been thrown against a damn wall. His body ached in random places.*
โWhat the hellโฆ?โ
*He sat up and realized he was in his dorm room. The hell? Did Suguru carry him back here or something? Impressive.*
*Satoru quickly searched around for his phone; why did he feel like shit?*
*June 21st.*
*He rubbed his eyes again.*
*****June 21st.*****
*There was no way. Was he dreaming?*
*June 21st, the day you died.*
*Satoru immediately shot out of bed. Was this some cruel joke? He nearly fell to the ground with how fast he got up, accidentally knocking over some stray notebook on his nightstand. He groaned in pain as he leaned down to pick it back up, lazily throwing it back onto the table. The notebook flopped open to a random page; Satoru had to double-take when he saw the small scribble in the middle of the paper.*
**Use it wisely.**
*Holy fuck.*
*A second chance.*
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