January 14, 4:01 AM

Hah, I can't stop talking now, huh..
I guess you'd best know who 'He' is, if you didn't figure it out already.

He was my best friend, I guess we could even be considered a couple at times, though that wasn't the case.

We met online. I guess that isn't the best idea for you, if you're younger..

But yeah, I met him on the internet. We talked, we played together. I admitted my problems, and he admitted his. We always helped each other get through tough situations, and one day we just decided to meet up in secret. I was lucky, and he wasn't some creepy imposter.

We became best friends, and funnily enough we didn't live too far apart. This was after I ran away, and so once I was certain my virus was quarantined, I moved in with him. I needed a proper home, after all.

Then, once I found out about my virus, he helped and supported me in every way he could. He even said.. that.

He was too late.

Sometimes I wonder if it was my fault, after all that.

I wonder if he caught the virus, and for a second even, I thought to search for his body. Not because I wanted to have a proper funeral.

I feel so bad about this now..

I wanted him for the research. I disposed of those thoughts quickly.. I tried to..

I just want it all to go back to normal..

~M.S.