Three months have passed, we're now on our final year of our bachelor's. When I came back from the hospital, many flocked to me to express their condolences... Except the one.
He was sitting at his desk, horrified.
I had tried to approach him, but when I did, he looked at me as if I was the last person he wanted to see.
"Den—"
"Do not."
That's not the person I've known all these years. He would usually greet me, keeping the begrudging facade. Had something happen? Had that BASTARD done something to him?
"... Good on your recovery. I've heard the news."
"..."
He began to avoid me like a plague. From being in that warm reality to the cold nightmare made my heart rend. I wanted to tell him about that dream I had, tell him everything - and yet it felt like my words will never reach his heart. Not anymore.
There was only one place where I could get answers from...