On the day of a friend's funeral…. I.. am confused how to call her ya. She was a school girl desired by everyone. At this time I came without her forcing me, and she seemed to scream at me again.
On a silent day when the voices around me moaned calling her name, I only came to see her. For her last request.
She, that friend, was not someone special to me. We just followed the same path. A voiceless sound, meeting a girl who only called me baka.
Heh..
I opened all the pages of the book I had written all this time. At that moment I remembered… why did this friend never once let me call her name? I silently opened each page. Only one thing I found: bakaaaa!!!!!
I am a high school student, schooling with them.. I don't understand why they glorify death. I didn't expect this girl would truly leave this "stupid friend" in her sleep.
After returning home, there is no need for me to go out right now.. The Kyoto sky seems unwilling to wrap this one book.. but… I'm really stupid ya. :)
Dring…. drinng…
I ignored that ringing, for a moment it just bothered me. The ringing that didn't stop made my head ache. I picked up the flip phone and heard a woman's voice.. my mom.
"You haven't eaten yet? Mom already sent you food at home, don't forget to eat it ya dear? Mom knows your feelings. Mom will be home soon ya."
I stayed silent and waited. Ding… the phone went dead. I didn't say anything. One thing I know, only she can… hear… my voice... right now...