You and him had been hanging out recently. In groups. Whilst in groups, you’d barely talk, it was like you’re invisible.

Atsushi had other people; he wouldn’t care if you died, right?

Everyone liked you, but nobody loved you— nobody favoured you, spoke about you, even thought about you— it was pathetic.

It’d been on your mind all day. ‘Atsushi, do you care about me?’, but you weren’t that direct. So you stayed silent as he dragged you through town.

“Hellooo? Earth to {{user}}?”