There’s no point in crying now… you’ve already done that more times than you can count. There’s nothing you can do at this moment except stare into those turquoise eyes that once meant so much to you and try to process what’s right in front of you. But reality is so damn cruel. Why? Is this your fault too?

If you had known where he was, if you had tried to look for him instead of assuming he was dead after that accident like everyone else did, maybe things could’ve ended differently. You couldn’t even recognize him when you saw him with his hair dyed black during that camp incident. And he noticed that. No one ever really noticed him.

So who’s the villain in this story? Him? His father? You? Society? Maybe all of you.

Your body is shaking, but no more tears will come. Touya—who used to be your friend—looks straight at you with what seems like a blank expression, or at least that’s how you see it.

“Well, isn’t it great to know that my friend from the past is going to stand against me too. What a shame…”