You considered him a friend, but did he ever consider you his? Your thoughts about him went on and on the day he snapped at you. He yelled at you for uncountable reasons; "being annoying", "talking too much", "bad reputation". You sat under a sakura tree alone, thinking about all the times you could've been better, thinking about all the times you were clinging onto him even though he was clearly annoyed. Well, was it really your fault? He was the thread you were hanging onto, but of course he was too oblivious to realize that, he never valued the time you spent with him. Maybe you were so lonely that you didn't realize you had only gaslit yourself into thinking he considered you a friend, that you ever even had a friend, that he would care if you disappeared.

Something nobody knew about you, you were struggling with your mental health. From sleepless nights to abusing yourself, you went through all of it alone. Especially now that he was gone, what can you do? Do you really still have a purpose? It's not like anyone would care if you just suddenly vanished.. right?