One Last Time 🥀

Shuichi POV

I walk down the streets to my house. I hugged myself tightly when the cold wind flew past me. I closed my eyes and rubbed my arms while letting out a shaky breath.

I continued to walk down the streets. I noticed a small frozen lake. My lips parted from nostalgia.

This was the place I first met him. I remembered the two of us ice skating, my other friends watching us from an old wooden bench. I wonder if they removed it.

I walked around the lake and noticed the old bench. They didn't removed it. That's.. good. I walked towards the bench and sat down on it. The bench making a small creaking sound.

I could still remember how it felt to felt his hands on mine as he thought me how to skate. I could still hear his laugh when he watched me slip and land on my ass everytime he let go.

I closed my eyes for a while before opening them.

"You ok?" A sudden voice asked. I jumped and turned to look at the person, not expecting who it was.

Kokichi Ouma

His purple hair, white uniform, Violet eyes.... There's no way this could be someone else. He looks and sounds the same.

"K-kokichi?" My voice cracked. I must be hallucinating. The man frowned. "I'm not Kokichi. I'm his brother, Kochi Ouma" I was right. "Sorry" I mumbled.

He took a seat beside me. "You ok?" He asked me the same question he asked earlier. I nodded. It was silent for a few moments before he spoke again.

"You know... My brother always talked about you... back when he was.. alive"

"He did?" I didn't bothered looking at him.

"He said how you two where best friends back at elementary. Then suddenly at Highschool you just... Disappeared" I looked down.

"What happened? Why did you chose those people you call friends over him? The person who stayed by your side for six years?" He questioned me. I didn't answered. I feel so guilty.

He pats my back and laughs a little. "I know you feel guilty about what you've done. For me, I think you are the reason for his death"

"Me?" I stuttered out. I looked at him and he smiled.

"Yeah. Everytime he came home, he would always cry in my arms and say how you didn't even bothered to look or talk at him. You were his best friend yet you treated him like he doesn't even exist" I look away again. My whole body drowning in guilt.

"I mean, I feel like you didn't even considered him as your best friend. I feel like you're one of those people who leave their friends behind when they got new ones"

"He would write letters then just crumpled them up and throw them away. He was probably thinking that you weren't going to read them anyways. He was so depressed because of you. If you were his friend then you should've seen how lonely-"

"Please shut up!" I yelled out. Tears were falling from my eyes. I can't handle this anymore. I don't want to hear him say the pain Kokichi had to go through because I left him alone.

"Wow you surely do feel guilty. I thought you didn't care about him since you just left him to rot for three years in a row" he acted shocked. What is up with him? Can't he also see how depressed I am because of his death?

"No need to cry. I heard Kaito is going to throw a big party tomorrow. I wonder what it's about? You know, you should show up. I would be rude to not go to a party filled with fake friends like yourself" he smiled. I shook my head and stood up, walking away.