"They all died."
After the 'haze', fate decided to toy with me and made me the only survivor.
Police reports about a group of missing children says that everything was just an 'accident'.
But I was there.
Everyone of my friends died.
Burying what happened and the stories of a certain summer with them.
And I spent my days, convincing myself that it wasn't true. That it didn't happen.
I was forced to watch this cruelly irrational world work with its 'system', kill everyone, and swallow its 'queen'.
'It' is still out there. Sitting patiently, awaiting its next 'master'.
Waiting to be born again from the same wish and mistake.
Soon enough, sanity itself gave up on me and I, too, passed.
"I want to see them again."
These words kept on echoing inside my head.
As if trying to suppress memories that will blow at any moment once remembered.
"Why aren't you down there?" A cold yet warm voice, with somewhat a hint of cruelty in the midst of mercy, said.
Looking up from the screen where I watched the people and the world.
"That looks like a lonely place to be in."
I looked back at the screen again and saw everything being engulfed by a mad red color as if glaring at me.
I looked at the source of the voice again and I saw a grin.
With a flick of a wrist, once again, I became part of the system.
Passing through an old forest pathway, I gave little attention to a house buried deep in the shadows of the forest.
"Shintaro-kun, why don't you put away your gameboy first and spend some time with Momo-chan?"
"Onii-chan is busy, Mama. Papa! Let's swim!"
Moving out of their way, I walked with my head down, focused on a game...
...which then came off my hands when a little girl with green hair and blazing red eyes bumped me.
Cowering away, she hid behind a girl who seemed my age, wearing a bright red scarf.
"Gomen, gomen. Hey, Tsubomi-chan say sorry."
"Sorry..."
I passed them and just sat on the sand.
On the beach, I saw a bunch of noisy children, running around wearing jackets and scarves under the glaring summer heat.
Not so far, a girl can be seen under a parasol, playing with a handheld device.
And on the docks, a boy was drawing the scenery of far away.
A distant voice in my head said, "This is the real thing!"
Glaring at the sun, I muttered under my breath, "This feels nostalgic."
A/N: Wooop. Anyway, this was originally posted on my Tumblr account. I wanted to take a quick break from my K-On! Fanfics so I just decided to post this.
Let me know if I should continue this. And if I will, it will mostly be Shintaro's POV and how he'll chang the system blah blah yada yada.
Later humans.