Stalking me was not the way to go about things.
I mean sure, I could understand the fact that he liked me, but having someone watch you 24/7 is definitely not going to get me to like him back.
I was getting tired of him following me around town; he treated me like a celebrity or something. Some days I wished that he would appear and act normal, like pull the childhood friend routine. Maybe then I might have fallen for him sooner.
But now it was too late.
I watched over him from another world, never getting another chance to meet him.
I was starting to like him too.
When I first met him in this world, I was shocked by him being killed over and over again. I learned just how much I treasured him.
I guess when you lose someone the cliché instinct to remember how much you actually cared for them came out.
I just wish I could keep talking to him on this swing, but I know that if I did, he would probably die from the swing breaking and the metal bars coming down and impaling him. Even the most ridiculous death became gory and disturbing to the highest extreme.
I knew that the real Hibiya wasn't in this world though.
I knew he was still alive.
After all, I can see him as well, sometimes, when I pass by the gateway.
It happens when the truck crashes into the one in this world.
I can tell that he's living happily.
I can tell that he has someone new that he loves.
I can tell that he misses me.
I wish I could tell him how much I'm sorry for treating him like that all those years.
(I mean the kid was screwed up but still)
Today I decided that even if I couldn't see him in the real world I could try to accept the fake one.
It was twelve thirty pm. Right on cue, fake Hibiya ran into the street.
I ran after him and grabbed him right in the middle of the street and kissed him.
"I'm sorry." I said.
Then the truck hit.
