Chapter 5: Chapter 4

I peered into the distance, assessing my current situation—perhaps feeling glum or unenthusiastically uninterested. It wasn't an inappropriate place to talk. The soft, comfortable sofa on which I was lying down was enough to draw my mind out of nowhere, almost lulling me into a long sleep, despite the fact that I had only woken up a minute before.  

I just had one problem. 

She was perfectly fine with just the two of us. Whether it was because her trust in me was relatively high or because she was ignorant, I realized I didn't understand her very well.

My vision makes contact with myself. 

A faint gloom is visible beneath my eye, and my unimpressive appearance has been made better by my fixed hair from washing my face. 

Unfortunately, no matter what I do, I can't seem to shake an uneasy feeling.

An indescribable swarm of mixed emotions assaulted me, rattling and perplexing—in which my mind screamed in agony, begging everything to stop, while my body wanted to shake involuntarily to alleviate this uneasy feeling.

It was as if I had eaten too much and needed to puke as a result.

Trying to alleviate the chaos inside of me, I rubbed my fingers on my forehead. 

"Drink." Alice was in her kitchen during my frantic intrapersonal conversation. I realized I had been wasting my time when I heard her voice and looked at the pale, reddish juice. A small area of my vision can see her looking at me with a profound degree of focus. "Is it remorse?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, playing a dumbfounded act.

“You look sick, like you’ve done something really bad. What have you done?” She sat down in front of me, pleased with the taste of what she had made. I took a sip, influenced by her sound reaction, and was greeted with such a pleasant flavor sensation. 

"It's a stupid thing… I've never told anyone about it; it's really an embarrassment," I admitted.

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The quality is adequate, but a hazy mind still wonders about this incomprehensible future. The gears go around in circles again, trying to find the right excuse for this chaotic and uncomfortable displeasure. A tempting and inevitable conversation forms in my mind.

Will I be saved in the end if I confront my problems? Besides, why do I let the past burden me? Why should I not? Her death was entirely my fault. This was my biggest regret in life, and it will undoubtedly heal with time. I am the only one attempting to weigh down and corner myself, but that is why I should just end this pain.

 

Can people forgive someone who isn't physically present? I've never believed in heaven or hell, but this disillusioned explanation makes no sense to me. I'm not sure if she'll forgive me, but this is just my way of making amends for my incompetence.

It’s been three years.

I should at least pay her a visit.

"Nate... why are you crying?" Alice was hugging me before I realized it, and tears were streaming down my face. My nose exhaled nostalgically as if it had just let go of everything. I'm sick of it all and decided to burrow myself into her chest.

I realized…

"It's easy to talk about things after such a long time," I said out loud.

"Seriously, what's the matter with you? Stop crying because I'm tired of wiping your tears away!" She ruminates as she tries to relieve me of whatever is bothering me.

I'm not sure why I felt the need to put an end to it all. Maybe it's because I'm indifferent, so disconnected from my emotions, that it's so easy to take the most logical path.

I had already inconvenienced Alice, despite the fact that she was the one who started it, but I informed her of the past.

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