What was the point anymore. Your feelings seemed to consume you more and more each day, it felt like drowning sometimes, friends were nice, but did they really like you? It felt like you could throw up, forever leaking out ink onto the floor, your ink of despair.

Of course, your friends started worrying when you stopped showing up to school, not answering calls and often not being home, your parents would answer the door saying you went out, that you weren't well. You would go out at night, at the latest of hours, when shops were closed and nobody was around, only animals and those suffering were out in such cold. Any cats you came across you would stay with, animals were always much simpler than humans. They would rub up against you with a purr, warming your hands as you sat in the winds.

For days they all talked in school, theories of where you were, what could have happened to you, Okuyasu joking about you being dead in a ditch only to be smacked right over the head by Josuke. This was serious, what if you really were dead, and your parents were covering it up? He just had to find you. You were a friend, always around, it just felt so empty without your presence, like a color had been taken right out of the rainbow.

Josuke made it his mission to check up on you, even if it was hard to find you, he would, he just had to. He looked high and low, through woods and the beach, eventually looking around alleys at night, he would see you on the corner petting a stray, it rubbing up against your hand and mewling. You could hear his shoes scratch against the concreate as he came closer, looming over you his shadow swallowed your frame.