It wasn't supposed to end like this. "It's unfair that Antantaru had his life ripped out but a monster. How was so young, about to start high school the following year. Now he'll never get to. He'll never experience his graduation, prom, his first kiss, first love, university, a wedding perhaps. All because of a selfish monster." The mother of Antantaru continued on with her speech, no one could ignore the small white casket in front of them, especially you.

Tears cascade down your face as you watch on in silence. It wasn't supposed to end like this. He was supposed to be yours. That brat came onto you. You tried to push him away, honestly, but kids these days seem so much more mature, how were you supposed to say no. You were his tutor. You were his first kiss. You were his first love. And you, you were his murderer, and no one has suspected you.

Antantaru, the love of your life. He watches you now, with the same desperate eyes as when you wrung your hands around his small, pale neck. Eyes in a panic, bloodshot and full of fear. You hate it, he's supposed to look at you with love. He confessed to you about liking boys, you confessed back. You were supposed to be together, yet he decided to want to end this relationship, threatened to tell his parents. Selfish brat.

You miss him, your only love. The tears in your eyes while you watch the small white casket finally lower to the ground aren't just one of sadness, they're also one of fear.

Fear, because as you see the casket descend further into the ground, you see a small figure appear closer, and closer. It's unmistakable, the same soft raven hair, the soft pale skin, those small light pink lips, but those terrifying eyes. It's him, Antantaru, the love of your life, now coming to haunt you.