(Karsten)
Something was off with Arata. She was quieter, more distant. Even with everything going on, she would crack cynical jokes and throw sarcastic remarks, but for the last two days, she was awfully quiet.
Her food intake was minimal, too. At times, she scrunched her nose up when certain foods were served as if she didn't like them.
She went out with Caysir, and every fibre in my body somehow screamed I needed to go with her.
Call it an intuition or maybe a sixth sense, but I was getting these signals that there was something very wrong with her.
Every second that she was gone felt like an hour, and my heart refused to calm down. Ma teased me that I was obsessing over Arata, but she didn't understand what I was feeling.
That restlessness, that despair, the bleakness that had crawled into my heart, and to top all that off with guilt.
So much guilt I carried around, and I wasn't sure how to live the rest of my life, knowing I purposely broke a loving heart.
