The siren of the police car echoed through the street. The crowd whispered among themselves, discussing this incident.

Based on the body's shape, it seems to be a man. His head is now flesh and blood, unable to distinguish his face, and his right leg broke off and lay 3 feet away from him. I guess he died in a car accident. I wonder what kind of person he was before his death, whose son or friend, what he was doing the moment before his death...strangely, even though I couldn't identify his face, I seem to know what he looked like. This body...seems familiar.

People gathered outside the barricade tape, expressing their pity for this young man's death. People covered their nose and mouth, some felt disgusted and almost vomit. But I just stood there, thinking about nothing, my mind completely blank. I stared at the corpse, as if I've already seen all this.

People gathered outside the barricade tape, expressing their pity for this young man's death. People covered their nose and mouth, some felt disgusted and almost vomit. But I just stood there, thinking about nothing, my mind completely blank. I stared at the corpse, as if I've already seen all this.

A new student is coming to my class today. People were saying that he transferred from Xnardche, one of the best high schools in the state. Can't believe someone's that stupid to leave "heaven" to join this place.

His skin looks as pale as a ghost. His dark eyes rolled strangely, just like the eyes of a toy, not very smooth. I have a feeling that this person, no, maybe he isn't even human, probably the corpse that night.

The girls behind me whispered about how handsome he looks, as if they have never seen "guys" in their entire lifetime. It's really annoying. Their chirping tone sounds like a bunch of squeaking sparrows.

All of a sudden in a bad mood, huh. This is not like me. Why is that guy here? Coincidence? Somebody that just looks like him? I didn't even question how I knew what the corpse looked like. And before I could figure out anything, untangle my thoughts, the teacher's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Class, we have a new student today. This is Kyo." She said everything normal, as if Kyo doesn't look as dead as the corpse he was that night.

He pointed his finger at me and asked if he could sit next to me.

His voice strangely made me calm down a bit.

The teacher looked at me and surprisingly agreed. Oh, right, I forgot. I was the only person in the class who had an empty seat next to me besides the person who's absent.

As he walked to me, the "loud" mutter appeared again.

"Have they known each other before?"

"Shhh, don't say it so loud. What if he heard you?"

Brainless kids. Do they know that a whisper sounds so loud when they are the only one talking?

He came to me with his backpack, whispered "we met, again," and smiled. The unnatural smile, the lifeless tone, the strange words and the mystery rebirth are all so weird and creepy. But I have no fear, as if everything is normal. Deep down, there's a voice telling me that he will not hurt me.

I don't know what to say so I turned my head away. Although this was quite rude, he doesn't seem to be upset.

"Don't you think this is strange? A normal human being would have screamed his soul out of him. "

"Shut your mouth." I responded cruelly.

The man in front of me smiled softly. The look in his eye makes me feel guilty to look at him.

In a flash, it's lunch time. Everything was usual, but him.

"So what are you now? A zombie? Some sort of spirit? It's lucky for you to come back to life. Live well when you still can..."

"And can you stop staring at me?" I asked, or more like demanded, with a harsh tone.

"You didn't look like you had a good sleep last night," he said, unexpectedly.

The way he concentrates on me makes me uncomfortable. It was as if I was his whole world or something. What is all this?

"I've been waiting for you."

"What?"

"You really forgot, didn't you promise..." his voice trailed off. Even though his voice sounds emotionless, I still sense a glimpse of disappointment. Before I could figure out what I promised, he suddenly asked, "do you know how I died?"

"Car accident," I replied firmly. The words came out of my mouth without even thinking. "It was at a crossroads. There was this green semi-trailer truck that its right rear wheel suddenly burst into a flat tire. The driver lost control, probably too frightened to react at the moment, and the truck ran straight towards the footpath. Alongside you stood there on the footpath, dazed by the light and loud screeching noise of the tire. All of a sudden, your wail and the screams coming from the onlookers filled the air. The color of your splashed blood reflected off your eyes and your crushed body. It's funny how he's still alive while you are crushed into pieces. That is very unfortunate for you."

After I finished my last sentence, I was stunned by the words that came out of my mouth. I didn't even witness the whole incident, I was there after everything already happened... or, was I? How can I say it so naturally and know the details as if I was there the whole time? The squealing sound of a car wheel flashed through my mind. I panicked for a second but didn't show it.

He chuckled softly and said nothing. The rest of the lunch went by quietly, with us two both having our own worries.

"...I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

Who are these voices?

Is it me?

Who am I?

Who was I?

"NO-"

Suddenly waking up from my dream, panicking, I found myself laying on the floor in cold sweat. The harsh collision sound still echoed in my ear. I must have been too tired and lost consciousness. Quite surprised I didn't just die on the way back to my house. The wound on my knee had already stopped bleeding, hopefully it won't get infected.

I walked to the restroom to clean my injuries.

"What a pity." I looked into the mirror and said to myself. I took out the aid box and started treating the wounds, just like what I've done "thousands" of times before.

Tut-tut, wonder which idiot stepped on that bastard's tail. No wonder he carried out all his anger on me.

I calmed down a bit and tried to clear my thoughts. The person in my dream, I couldn't see his face. It's all blurred even though he stood right before me. I shook my head trying to get the dream out of my mind. For some reason, I don't want to see his face… and that's not because I'm scared right? I reassure myself as if I can forget everything.

It's too late.

The days moved on, the earth is still spinning and I'm still alive. But Kyo never showed up again. The teacher said that his family had some personal issues so he moved to another country. No one has ever heard of him again. How cruel of him for not coming back to see me again. He's probably enjoying his life somewhere else.

Huh? Why would I think that?

Ah. I think I've gone the wrong way. The familiar red-brick under my feet, the loud traffic, and the familiar building around me all remind me of one thing: this is where it all happened.

Everything seems normal. A kid begging his mom for ice cream in front of the ice cream shop, couples in love holding hands chit-chatting, a man making a phone call… nothing special at all. As if nothing happened here.

This place, I really don't want to come back. And I can't be more familiar with the person standing in front of me. Painfully, I closed my eyes.

This time, I want to run away, again.

"You..." I slowly conducted my thoughts.

"Clank."

A familiar voice interrupted me.

"It's your fault." He said, calmly, in his usual unemotional tone. "So, you have to live with a sense of guilt for me for the rest of your life."

The past that I don't want to recall suddenly replay in my head. The tire screeching noise, the rustling sound of leaves by the wind, the feeling of helplessness, and fear of death all came back to me. I was back in that night. The sound of the car horn echoed in my ears. The panic on the face of the young man beside me became so clear as I shoved his hand off from me and ran. The disturbing and annoying heat haze filled the air, along with the scent of blood and him.

"I don't need you."

"I didn't ask you to do it."

"You don't want to help me. You want to fix me."

"Why bother?"

"Next time."

These harsh words spit out of my mouth kept repeating and repeating inside my head, haunting me.

"... I didn't mean to do it." Trembling to say a word, my brain is on the verge to collapse. A lot of things I wanted to say, that I've said to the mirror hundreds of times, but at last, what came out of my mouth is such an old-fashioned and insincere apology.

"I..." suddenly couldn't speak. I opened my mouth but no words came out.

After a moment of silence, there is only one sentence left for me to say.

"I will remember you… and what I did, forever."

Determined, I opened my eyes. Nothing's there. The boy who would only show his smile to me; who would go to a store miles away just to buy a cake that I've only mentioned once; who can tolerate my bad attitude and tell me that I'm worth something; who took me out of the void and show me the lights... is gone, forever.

"Stop… don't say it. I've told you many times. Why don't you believe me? Don't you know how many times you have said that?"

People around me watched me mutter to myself as if watching a movie out of sync. The protagonist has moved on, while I was left alone in a period of rewind time; left in the daze of yesterday that I could never escape.