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He still wont believe what happened that night. Seeing his name on television, eyeing the posters at the supermarket, hearing the news that Reki, his favorite person, never came home.
It all happened so fast, it's like he barely had any time to process it, and it ruined him. Class felt empty without him, and skateboarding just didn't feel the same. He prayed every day, to whatever god was out there listening to his pathetic whining, that Reki was alive. He felt hurt, he felt broken, so broken in fact, he could barely see himself doing his normal daily tasks. Reki was always there to recharge him, but now that he wasn't here, he felt himself draining. His grades dropped significantly, and it started to get hard for him to balance correctly on his skateboard every time he got on. Even looking at the board made his heart drop, knowing Reki custom made it for him, and him only.
Things started to take a turn for the worst, and he found himself imagining as if Reki were still here. He was like an illusion in his head. His mind did everything to blur out all the memories of when he found out Reki was missing, and it was doing it well. He woke up in the middle of the night a few times, hearing Reki say his name while feeling a light touch shaking his shoulder. He talked to Reki in his bedroom, or more so talked to himself. He denied it. He denied that Reki was gone, because he wasn't. He didn't want to think that. He wanted to see Reki drawing stupid doodles on his wrist during class, he wanted to see Reki laying next to him in bed scrolling through videos.
He needed him, and this was the only way he knew how to have him back.