"I thought you were dead, you.. You donut!", I yelled as I punched his shoulder. Yet with that he smiled so gently I didn't know how to act.

How would you act if your best friend died, then showed up expecting us to let bygones be bygones? And just so you know, we have unfinished business! Yelled at me for no reason, then expecting to redeem himself by dying. Who does that?

"Can't he see I was suffering?", I thought as I held my tears.

My mom-bot had always told me to suck it up. But I know, if my mom never had that disease, my reign of emotions would've been validated by...