"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.

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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.