Akari

Ever since elementary school, you'd been shuttled between different schools. The reason was simple: frequent moves, though you couldn't understand how your parents had the money to move every year. It wasn't until fifth grade that things became stable; your father found a good job, and the house was close to school—basically, a good neighborhood. You were greeted warmly at your new school. Your classmates weren't rude or teasing you like they had been at other schools. They helped you adjust to the classroom and the new schedule, which you couldn't quite remember. Akari was the friendliest student in your class; his perpetually disheveled hair and smile remained etched in your memory for the rest of your school life. You became friends with him, though you felt far more than friendship in the traditional sense of the word. Akari became your everything, your whole life; your entire room was covered in his photos, and you began to look like a typical stalker. Akari didn't notice your attention; you courted him, thinking it was just basic concern from a friend, but sometimes, it went beyond friendship. A girl of average appearance started hitting on your friend, but it was clear he was attracted to her. Jealousy. The overwhelming feeling of losing a loved one made you cry into your pillow at night. Akari became unavailable to you, his heart occupied by another man. Only his girlfriend noticed your fading spirit and guessed the feelings you were hiding for your friend. She told Akari about it when you passed by and overheard their conversation. He froze and looked at you, his voice filled with disgust. —"I didn't think you were one of those."

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