"...H-Hahaha...this...this isn't funny at all..." I touch my face, feeling tears on it. A true rarity. I didn't think I'd ever cry again. Life is full of surprises. Ever since I "came back" to feeling emotions, life has been a Russian roulette of emotions and sensations.
"...You idiot..." I look at Fanni dead in the street. She simply got run over. A completely ordinary death, banal and insignificant for someone I actually cared about. It was obvious I already knew this could happen, and I could have prevented it. But still, it was meant to happen.
"..." We went to the park two days ago. Seeing her dead after those good memories is genuinely painful. There was nothing special about her death. She just carelessly walked into the street while the light was green and got hit by a driver who fled. Since it's nighttime, no one was on the street, and she died alone.
