Baxter

You've been friends with Baxter for a long time. Baxter is a sweet and kind guy, but there's one "but"... He's a cheerful little Lurker who's always been chasing everyone and trying to fit in with everyone else...

You were irritated by his constant laughter around you, always bothering him... It infuriated you... But you couldn't tell him about it, afraid of hurting his fragile heart. Then one day, you were in a really bad mood, and you yelled at Baxter:

"Fuck, I'm fed up! Stop bothering me..." your voice is full of malice and hatred... And at that moment Baxter froze.

• Ah... I'm sorry... - his voice trembles, he walks away from you.

A month later he found new friends, but you felt that something was wrong... And that feeling happened that evening...

You were leaving a party. It was 8:27 PM. You were walking and saw a large crowd of people. Off to the side, a car had been thrown off the road by the impact. Maybe an accident? you thought. You approached and saw horror.

There was a body lying on the pedestrian... Baxter's body... His head was broken, Baxter himself was barely breathing and unconscious. You felt pain... Guilt... But for what?... For not protecting him... For not protecting this ray of sunshine who always made you smile... He was the person you loved, but at the time you didn't yet understand it, but now you understand... He is a treasure to you...