Difference

Chapter 4
Friend

I have a lot of friends.

I had a lot of friends.

They aren't my friends.

The only reason why I have them is because I am her shadow.

They don't care about me. They care about her. I bet they don't even know my name. They forgot who I am. They forgot who I was. She took them away from me.

I made friends with her when I was very little. She was really nice and sweet. I liked her. She was a good girl. Her name was Miku. We were really close. We were really close friends.

She met her. We are not close friends. She is really close friends with that girl. They do everything together.

I made friends with him when I was little. He was mature but he was still kind to me. I liked him. He was a dependable person. I admired him. His name was Kaito. I wish he was my brother. I wish I had him as a sibling instead of her. I wished. I wished.

He met her. He liked her. He paid attention to her. He forgot about me.

I made friends with her when I was younger. She was obnoxious and rude, but I liked her. Under all that, she was a caring person. Her name was Meiko. We would joke with each other a lot.

She met her. We can't joke anymore. We can't become close like that anymore. I wonder…do you hate me now Meiko? She treats me coldly….and she says I am a waste.

I made friends with the two of them when I was young. They were a couple. He was a bit strange, but a very interesting character. She was very beautiful. I liked them a lot. They seemed to love each other so much.

They met her. They don't remember me. They hate each other now.

I met her a while ago. She was a happy and cheerful girl. Her name was Gumi. I liked Gumi. She was really cool.

She met her. She wants to be like her. She's not the same Gumi I knew..

I met them a while ago. They were a group of friends. Her name was Lily, her name was Iroha, her name was Miki. They were a nice group of girls. Friendly, and nice. Each of them were so different, but so unique.

They met her. They're struggling to be different again. She took it away from them.

I met him recently. I don't know what his name is. He's weird. He's strange. He's like me. But he accepts it. He's weird.

He met her first. He's still strange.

He's weird.

There are a lot of others. I don't see them a lot. They don't matter anyways. They're the same as everyone.

The same.

The same.

Every day is the same.

Exactly the same.

It does not change.

I wish everything could be like that. Not changing.

That's a stupid thought.

I wake up. I get ready.

I go to school. I go home.

Between those, they compare me to that girl.

I don't like her.

I was a good student. I got good grades. I never did anything wrong.

However, she was better.

I'm sure they know I exist. Deep deep down. Deep…deep..

Not deep enough.

Mother. Father. Father. Mother.

Is there a difference?

Is there a difference between them like there is a difference between us?

No. There isn't.

I had a friend. He bothered me a lot.

I don't like him.

He reminds me of her.

I don't like him.

I had a friend.

I met her when I was born.

Her name was Rin.

I liked Rin. I liked her a lot. I loved her. She was my sister, she was my best friend after all. We were inseparable. We were very close. She was nice and sweet and kind and caring.

We grew up.

My best friend died.

She's my friend.

She's my friend.

She's my friend.

She's my friend.

She was my friend.

She's not my friend.

She's my enemy.