Sanha approached me at the end of school that day.

"Do you..."

"It wasn't a dream was it..."

"I hurt you didn't I?"

I shook my head.

"No. I'm not supposed to be sad."

Sanha told me not to be sad.

"But you are... Aren't you?"

"No."

Sanha sighed.

"I'd... Rather remember then pretend."

"So tell me..."

"I hurt you didn't I?"

"I'm sorry..."

This familiar warmth it belongs to Sanha. He's hugging me... Just like before he left.

"Yeah..."

"It was real..."

"Maybe it wasn't in person"

"Maybe it was just a part of me..."

"But this is definitely how I felt then..."

"It definitely was real."

"It definitely was you."