Rin
It's dark. I must be asleep. I'm surprised I was able to fall asleep after what happened today.
"Rin. Hey, RIN!" Misha shouts from the darkness.
"Oh, hi," I say in response.
"HI? Are you fucking kidding me?! What the hell is going on? Why are you feeling like this? Why are you so scared and sad?" Misha asks bluntly.
He sounds anxious. I know how he feels. I felt so helpless whenever Misha was feeling sad or worried. I don't want to talk about this but who would understand how I feel better than him?
"I had someone die in my arms today. He was stabbed. There was so much blood." I say.
Misha hesitates to speak. I wouldn't know how to talk to someone who went through what I did either. It's not something most people deal with.
