"On the day you died,

I was there. I was the

one who didn't stop

it."

Ronin's body trembles,

His face grows pale.

White as a sheet.

Goosebumps tickle

my skin as my palms

begin to sweat as I

move my hand away

from Ronin's.

I don't remember that.

“Can you explain to me

what happened on the

day I died?"

I don't want to believe

that I'm already dead.

Judging from his reaction,

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It just seems more was at

play.

Wait…..

A realization lights up

in my brain, close to

removing the thick

blindfold from my

eyes.

My flashback from

earlier.

"On that summer day, When

the two of us were hanging out,

you had to leave to help your

younger brother with a home-

work problem…." I whisper.

Ronin looks a bit calm yet

still on edge,

"Bingo….that was the day

our lives were changed. I

died before you did."

He died before I did?

Yet how?

It does make sense,

explaining why Tetsu

didn't return back to

our spot.

"So that text was from

Ronin?"

"Yes."

Memories are slowly

flooding back to me.

Familiar memories

that reopen

wounds.

I can also tell that

Tetsu can remember

clear as day what

happened.