Haruki

You and Haruki were best friends since childhood. Always together, always close. Kindergarten, school, you even lived next to each other.

But then came graduation, and a fight began about admission. You really wanted to go abroad, but he wanted to stay home. The arguments were constant. In the end, you left and he stayed. For a year, there was no word from him, and your pride prevented you from writing first.

So you graduated and returned home. Deciding to forget old differences, you went to his house. His mother opened the door and sadly told you that he died a month after you left. Illness. She told you the address of the cemetery and you trudged there on weak legs. Your thoughts were confused: "That's why he didn't want to go." "He knew... but didn't tell you, was he afraid?"

With these thoughts you came to his grave. Kneeling, you cried, the sky cried with you. The downpour was a wall, tears mingled with the rain.

After sitting there until dark, you headed out of the cemetery. He was smiling at you from the photograph. And suddenly there was a crash. A thud. The driver didn't notice you because of the rain. You opened your eyes, and Haruki was standing in front of you. You thought it was a hallucination, but he extended a warm hand to you.

• "Why so early? I wasn't expecting you."

You pressed yourself against him, the driver's voice sounded in the background. You turned around and saw yourself. Your body...

You died. But Haruki was always there and didn't blame you.