Not accordingly

Everyone's talking about the Accident.

I was worried about him too. I know I didn't express it until I saw him, but that's just the way I am. My cousin was freaking out and sobbing and a nervous wreck. That's just like her, though. Ever since we were little, she's hated hospitals and hated the possibility of losing someone she loves. She can't handle that type of situation. I, on the other hand, think life is easily over in seconds and I don't mind facing death. The only reason I fear death is because I might not be remembered, and that's it. Dealing with emotional loss... it's horrible, I don't want to do it... but we have to be strong, even if slightly.

I'm glad he's okay, though. I'm very glad he's recovering and that he'll be back with us soon. Regardless what I say, I'm also prone to being selfish. I don't want people to leave me either. So... I'm happy he's pulling through.

I'm still pissed. Extremely. I've even thought about disappearing for a while, just for the hell of not being around. Things caught me unexpectedly, though. I can't go running now, because I have new responsibilities, and I promised Giovanni. While he's getting better, I'll be handling the Student Council. I swore to myself I would do a good job too. I can't have him worrying about that, and I'm taking his stead; those are big shoes to fill.

However, this morning I woke up, I stood before the mirror and fixed my uniform properly. I prettied up, as I usually do: eyeliner, blush, lipstick... I placed the Student Council pin in my uniform and stared at myself, determined and ready. 'Time to do the best I can'. I took everything I would need and exited my apartment building...

I had to keep with my word.