— / bro, you got the
whole squad cryin :,(
momo never forgot what had happened that day. she felt so .. guilty. there was nothing she could've done to prevent it, yet she couldn't push away the though that kept crossing her mind.
it was her fault.
surely there was something she could've done to have prevented it. she could've fought harder. she could've warned him. she could've been more prepared, but who could've been prepared in a situation like that.
now, momo was exiting one of the empty classrooms after finishing up late work. as she began down the hallways, a familiar redhead caught her eye. no. it couldn't have been him. he was dead. this was just a cruel trick.
❛ listen. i don't know what you're getting at, but this is sick. don't think you can come here and pretend to be him. ❜ she choked out, not believing that it was him. sure, she had heard the rumors about him wandering the halls, but those weren't true. ghosts / aren't / real.