After a few minutes passed by, I managed to calm down and take a seat next to Chidon and his mother. He looked at me with a stern face and told me, “Listen, you’ve helped us for long enough, now it’s time for us to do the same.”

  He looked at his mother and as she looked straight back at Chidon she proceeded to look at me and said, “If you’d allow it, we have an extra room, we’ll take you in Sora”. As she asked, she asked me all I could do was reply with, “sure, I’ll live with you guys.”

  After those words exited my mouth, I knew that there was another reason as to why they asked me. A child that tragically lost his parents at the ripe age of 15, showed that he is obsolete and his dreams being crushed both figuratively and literally…

  I put all those pieces together and came to the conclusion that they didn’t want me to do anything irrational, and for that, I stared at them with my desolate eyes and thanked them from the bottom of my broken heart.

  A little after I thanked them, a man came into the room and gave Chidons mother some papers, telling her to have it signed by the end of the day so she could be considered as my guardian. Because, to be honest, as I stared at those papers I had realized that my grandparents were already dead, and they had been for a long time… and I had no other blood relatives other than my parents, which I’d rather not recall.

  Before I knew it, an hour passed. I stood up from my seat and so did Chidon, his mother, and in the corner of the room… the girl that always stayed by my side, Kuzu. After that, the doctors were able to discharge me in just a few hours and we were able to get out of the hospital.

  As we left the hospital Chidons mother told me, “Don’t worry we’ll take care of you.” Although she did say that, I couldn’t really take it to heart… I felt as if I was empty, my heart was gone… In pieces, fractured beyond repair…

  I stared at her with the best acting smile and said, “thank you...” When we arrived at the car Chidon told me as he gave me a serious looking yet relaxed and confident expression, “listen, just ask, and I’ll help you with anything. You’re my best friend and I’ll always be here for you.” I stare back at him and tell him the same thing I told his mother with the same expression, “thank you.”

  As I did that, I started to think about what would happen if anything like this happened to any of my friends… if another opposite reaction occurs again, if Kuzu dies even if she told me I protected her or Chidon dying because I wasn’t a good enough friend.

  If anything happens to them because of my own weakness or anyone else dear to me, I… I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything to help myself get over it, not my dearest friends that might still be alive or even me…

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  Around 30 minutes after we left the hospital we arrived at Chidon’s house and that gave me enough time to come to a decision.

  As we exited the car, I had a dead look in my eyes, as if my soul was drained out of me, looking up periodically to see where I was going, but mostly looking down at the ground hiding my expression from Chidon and his mother.

  As we went into the house, Chidon and his mother walked me towards my room and both of them said, “our house is your house.” And I looked back at them and said nothing back.

  The following days I just ate in my room and slept, completely ignoring school with Chidon checking up on me from hour to hour and sometimes just sitting on my bed while telling me the stories of his other school as I stayed in my bed covered by the sheets.

  Even though I was just trying to get some sleep, he stuck around and told me all of that stuff and then around 60% of the time as he left the room he would say, “if there’s an issue just tell me, okay…” I always respond to him with a “okay…” and then I'd fall asleep soon after.

  This process kept on happening over and over, day to day, night to night. until the funeral of my parents, that came around in two weeks, and of course I went to their funeral, I may have been a sorry excuse of a productive human not even going to school for the past few days, but this was important.

  Without any words I looked at their coffins, one of them was a red colored wooden coffin and the other a white colored coffin. The Red one belonging to my father and the white one to my mother representing their favorite colors all the while closed, but having their dismembered bodies inside.

  As I looked at them I turned around and saw all of my friends occupying the seats and their parents too. As the seconds passed by there was pure silence from everyone, even Kuzu.

  And I said to myself, “well what could they say… reality is right in front of me and I can’t change it. Unless…”

  After I said those words in my mind, before I knew it, the funeral ended and we all went home.

  As for me, when we arrived at Chidons house, I waited and fell “asleep” until it was night time and everyone else was asleep. Once the time had arrived, I wrote a quick letter to not waste too much time and I placed it right on top of my bed.

  After that, I quickly but stealthily left the house with my dead expression leaving the building with a brief remark that sounded more enthusiastic than what I had been for the past weeks, “ I promise…”

  So, I arrived at the door, and for one last time I looked back and recalled some sweet memories of me, Kuzu, and Chidon as 10 year olds running around while our parents looked at us and laughing, I looked back at the door, closed my eyes opened it and left without a sound…