The next morning, I woke up to A reading his books.
Today is Thursday, 5 more days until his death.

When we were having our lessons, I sat next to him as usual but I didn't pay attention in class this time.

At lunch time, I was inspecting his food to make sure he didn't try to add poison or anything. He got a bit annoyed with that, so I stopped.

In Criminology class later that afternoon, I made sure that he isn't getting any ideas. In the same time, I'll observe him to try to figure out what method of suicide will he use.

Dinner time rolls around. Again, I did the same thing from lunch. But this time, I stare at him when I'm done eating.

A was weirded out by my behavior for the day. Sure, he knows I have rather bizarre habits. But this was different, so he felt really uncomfortable with what was I trying to do.

And finally, our free time. A, despite being scared from my recent behavior, wanted me to study with him as we always did.

Studying won't matter to me anymore.
Why? Because if A is gone, I'm gone.
The insanity from my child self will come back and wreck havoc everywhere.

But despite that mindset, I agreed. These are his final days afterall. I just want to make sure he is happy.

Perhaps, maybe it could extend his life a bit longer.

I repeated everything the next day. A tries to tell me that he's alright. Liar.

It's Friday night now, meaning that it's our group study schedule. Matt, Mello, and Near arrived in our room with their sleepover stuff. There are no classes in the weekends like normal schools, so we're fine with having this kind of activity.

We read books and gave each other facts and occasional jokes here and there. There are also times that we just play some video games before we eventually realized that it's very late in the evening and just went to bed.

I woke up with a pillow thrown to my face. Jeez, it looks like it's still 4:30 in the early morning or something. Matt seemed worried.

I asked what's wrong and when I look across the room, I realized that A is gone. I went around the hallway and saw him trying to silently run down the stairs.

A, what the hell?....

I followed him without getting spotted. We're on the ground floor and I saw him open a window then went out. When I hid in one of the bushes, I noticed that he just stood by the gates for a few seconds then ran back inside and closed the window. Okay?...... What was he doing? It was too dark and there are no street lights on our road.

Thankfully, he forgot to lock the window. So I went back in without him noticing. But instead of using the usual stairs, I ran as fast as I could on a different one. I don't want him to know that I followed him.

I made it a long while before A reached our room. I told Matt to just sleep and everything was alright. He just went back and I did too. A entered the room and went back to bed.

I'm quite curious, what was he doing standing outside for only a few seconds then come back inside?