Today is his funeral. As I arrived, the first thing I saw was his mother crying. She couldn't control her emotion. That was her one, and only, son. It was my fault she was feeling like that right now. Yeah. I knew it was my fault everyone here is sad. I saw some of our classmates, unexpectedly. And I also saw my friends. I just looked down. On the ground. Everything that's happening right now is my fault. No one knew that, really. Few hours later, everyone left. They left stuff for him. The two people left was his mom and I. She told me to leave her alone for a bit. I did as she said. I stood behind a tree. She didn't know that. She thought I was farther. I started to hear her talking to him, and said she would "kill" the person whoever made him do it. I didn't want to hear the rest. After half an hour or so, She left. It was my turn now. I unzipped my backpack and gave him his shoes. It was getting a little cold, so I went home.
People don't have second lives. I don't want you to feel how I'm feeling. Never tell someone to die.
Ever.
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Short Story[⚠️TW: SUICIDE⚠️] It's my fault. And I know it. It's your fault. You know that, right? Story Idea from Yuki Nakazawa on YouTube! Video Title: [MHA/Winning Victory] Secrets [full. ver] [back]
