Love Me Not Part 11

                Messing with Mina-san today was fun again. Her face is just so cute you know? You should have seen her face when she looked up at me. It was priceless.

Mina-san reminds me of my past, my sin. My sin, that will never ever be forgiven. Sometime I wonder if it was really true, but in the end I know it was true.

*FLASHBACK MODE*

                I had a childhood friend. We were really close, back in elementary school. Every day was really fun for me with her. One day we were playing catch, and I didn’t catch the ball. It landed on the other side of the street. So since I missed it I when to go get it. But at that same time a drunk driver came around the corner, but I didn’t see him, but she did. She reacted quickly as soon as she saw the driver. She was ready to die for me. All I could do was sit paralyzed as I watched as the driver speed away and her white dress turn a dark red as the road around her, and her hair and body looking like I would never move again.

                It was around five minutes later when she was rushed to the hospital, after a local mom in the park had phone the hospital. She looked like she wasn’t going to wake up; she was in critical condition for a whole month without waking up once. At the same time the drunk driver was caught, and her mother as soon as she heard about her rushed to the hospital but along the way as involved with another car crash.

                My childhood friend woke up two months after the accident, and had complete memory lost. She ended up remembering a lot of things, but she couldn’t remember me at all. It wasn’t like I could face her anyway and help her remember me. It was my entire fault anyway. I should have hit my head or died then, not them. It was my fault. I changed the middle school I was going to attend and ended up passing the exam with some last second studying, so could be at a different school from her.

                Later I heard she stopped using the name her mother named her and started using the name her dad originally picked out for her when she was born. I also heard that she blamed herself for her mother’s death, when it was really mine. How I wish I could go tell her. It’s my entire fault. It’s not your fault if only if I caught the ball and if I had checked before I crossed the street. And course, I’m sorry. But I couldn’t after all these years I couldn’t. I just acted like a wimp and walked away from all my trouble, and played around with girls all this time. After all these I couldn’t tell her; I Love You.
                Her name that I once called her was Tomo-chan. The girl with a smile of a angel.

                This is my sin.