The news about your death spread like wildfire, Xingqiu. Everyone knows now. They know how I failed to save you. How I was too late.
"Hey did you hear? That blue hair author died recently." I heard a passer-by say to their partner as I sat down near the docks.
"Huh? You mean that young man with the bowl cut like hair? That's a real shame. He had spark in him."
The passer-by looked around, till her eyes landed on me. She pointed at me, whispering with widened eyes. It only made me remember that all eyes would be on me... because I was your best friend. The best friend who couldn't do anything.
"Yeah, but I don't think he matters when you look at it in a way. If i were to be honest, that blue haired guy's death... It looked so fake." She said with a casual face
I had didn't have the slightest clue on what they meant. How could she say that? How could she ever say that in anyone's death..?
I ignored it. Standing up to leave and walk around once more.
It felt wrong. Not seeing you at our usual spots. I miss it when you used to drag me around just to pick out books. I miss all the things we used to do together. Even the times when you snuck Jueyun Chili in my mouth.
I missed you entirely.