To you, the best big brother, the best friend that wasn’t mine to have.

I’m guilty. I’m sorry. I wish I should’ve done something but I didn’t. I had no right to, it wasn’t my place.

I know it’s meaningless for me of all people to say these words. But still, I’d like to think that you thought of me as a close confidant at least. That’s how I think of you.

I’m angry, really. F****** furious at the fact that they didn’t even bat an eye at the news of your passing. Ironic since they’re the ones who pushed you into a relationship that ruined you. Though it’s not unexpected. I think everyone just liked you because you were in a relationship with their friend. They were probably just euphoric at the thought that their real life pairing came true.

Funny how even now, even if you’re gone, I still look to you to listen to me. Just goes to show that I don’t really have that strong as a bond with my friends as I did back then with you. Makes me question my social skills, haha.

– Rev