~As Takuto was being carried to the infirmary, he gripped his chest with all the power his shaking hands could muster, and for a moment, he swore his heart stopped, overthinking every possible symptom he had and wishing they would pass.

  Though as they reached the infirmary and Mr. Cheng finished expining the situation to the nurse, Takuto contempted his symptoms, and realized they were all in his head

  . . . .

  Is what I'd like to say, but though one problem had been "SOLVED," apparently, another still weighed on his mind. Were those fragments real memories or dreams, and should he believe them?

  After the basic examination Takuto underwent at school, the oh-so-esteemed principal of this school "informed him" that his parents had heard about what happened and were coming, though he definitely did not believe that; he knew they were "busy." They always were, but now more than ever, after the three-day grieving period, he'd knew they'd leave him alone. They'd do it AGAIN . . . . Wait AGAIN. Sorry for cutting through, but what does he mean AGAIN? Not that YOU'D know or anything, but it's strange none of this has been recorded. I knew they were negligent, but I see no reference to being left alone . . . I'm sorry for this, but I fear I have something I must do I bid some of YOU adieu~

  "I know they'd leave me alone again if they had the chance..." I said, tears trickling down my cheeks.

  A loud voice brimming with anger and a hint of sadness interrupted me.

  "No, they wouldn't leave. Are you crazy? Why would they leave? They just lost one son; they can't lose the other."

  "Caleb, what are you doing here?"

  "I'm checking on you. Why do you want me to leave?" She said sarcastically

  "No, no, no, I didn't mean that. I thought you went home."

  "Really, you thought I went home? Do you think I'd break a promise? Also, I need to get that container back from you for tomorrow."

  "Sorry, what promise, and what's happening tomorrow?"

  "Did fainting mess with your head this much? Just give me the container, and you'll see tomorrow, okay?"

  She smiled slyly, holding my shoulder up till we got to css to retrieve my bag, ughing along the way, but the feeling I got was not of embarrassment or happiness; it was nostalgia, and because of this feeling, I choose to believe in these delusions.

  [CONTINUE]