Another Untimely Encounter
Heavy drops of rain came overflowing from the sky like bullets as I stand in front of my childhood friend's grave, like the weather is also extending its efforts to sympathize with me. I just lost a good friend, and I didn't even know about that at all. How terrible of a friend am I? I have to ask his closest friends where exactly is he peacefully lying right now and once I got the location, I went straight here after work at the antique store.
Up until this moment I still cannot believe that this is actually happening. It's like one moment I felt like Dexter was still by my side as we often play tag back in our home village. I didn't know what had happened and who might have possibly killed him… How could I not know any of those things?