I Became the Drug-Addicted Childhood Friend

I tried to see what Shihu was doing.
The moment I left the house to follow him, I was caught.
It was as if he had put some sort of tracking device on me—he noticed so quickly.
And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he appeared in front of me.

"How did you know?"

I had left the house at what should have been the perfect time for him not to notice.
Did he teleport or something?

"I told you not to come. It’s dangerous outside."

"Why?"

"Just stay home for a while. When I’m not here..."

"......"

Shihu is definitely acting strange.
Too strange.

After thinking about it, I wondered if maybe I had caught some kind of serious illness.

"Shihu, so this... is..."

"What’s wrong?"

"I’ve got amnesia, right? That’s it."

It’s a logical conclusion.

"Because suddenly I’ve grown taller, you’ve changed, the house is different, I don’t remember anything about the area around the house... And I’ve been taking all these drugs..."

My memories must have been messed up.
I must have had some kind of accident.
Shihu stays silent.

"Answer me. Are you planning to tell me the truth? Or are you just going to keep hiding things from me?"

"Later. I’ll explain later. Not now."

"Why can’t you explain now?"@@novelbin@@

He’s hiding so much from me.
I’m disappointed.
But I can understand why he might be hiding things.

"It’s a reason you can accept. Please, let me tell you later. It’s all for you."

He says as he holds my hand.
His hands are warm.

"For me?"