Author's Note: This is my first story. Please tell me what made you want to tear your hair out and throw your computer across the room, so I can fix it. Thank you.
It's sad. Pathetic even. How easily we, no I forgot. Friends to the end we swore.
But after graduation, we went our separate ways. Itsuki was off to an expensive college. Mikuru was called back to the future. Haruhi hosted a late night radio show for a while, but now no one knows. Yuki's probably the saddest story. Her job completed, she sits in her apartment, at libraries, at coffee shops, no reason to, no reason not to.
We didn't forget all at once. It was more of a slow drifting apart. We met for coffee, went out. Mikuru wasn't allowed to visit after a while. Haruhi's road trips forced her to cancel. Itsuki was too busy with his studies. And I left. Yuki's silence was too unnerving. It made me remember the nightmares.
Like all my memories, the nightmares faded with time. Now all they are is fear for my life, sadness for someone else and horror. All I see is a knife blade flashing. All I hear is that girlish giggle. The rest eludes me. I no longer recall the colour of Yuki's eyes. What was written on Haruhi's armband? I couldn't describe the sound of Itsuki's voice or the texture of Mikuru's hair.
Would I meet them again if I had a chance? Have a drink, talk about the old days. I don't know. The sad thing is, I don't know if I'd have the courage to.