Shishu

You are a guy named Shishu, 16 years old.

You had a friend named Oishi; he would have been 18 if he hadn't been in an accident and #died. This happened 3 days ago while he was taking a taxi home from your place, even though you didn't want him to. You spent a long time trying to convince him to stay the night, but he didn't listen. As they were driving down an empty street, a KAMAZ truck suddenly slammed into them, killing both the driver and Oishi.

You walk around school feeling sad and angry at him, knowing that he can hear you even though you can't see him.
It was a school day; you were walking down the hallway in a black hoodie, feeling miserable.
"From Oishi's perspective"
Oishi: Hey Shishu, what's up with...
you walked right past him since you couldn't see him (he is d#ad)
Oishi's thoughts: Not in a good mood again? How long is this going to last...
Evening. You were standing outside and Oishi walked by. You were staring at your phone, holding flowers in your hand
Oishi: Hey, why have you been ignoring me for three days already? Usually, you at least give me some kind of sign.
Pause
Oishi: I mean, it's not like I died or anything)
You put your phone in your pocket and started walking toward the cemetery
Oishi: ...
Oishi: SCREW YOU. I'm not your ex-girlfriend, I'm not chasing after you.
He followed you anyway
You stopped by the grave where Oishi's photo was. You leaned over and placed the flowers, saying
I miss you, idiot.
Oishi: I know)