Recalling what was said on the TV last night, I began heading to where it would all happen. Recalling the streets that would take me there, I began to pick up my pace the closer I got.

As I got closer, I thought I saw someone turn the corner a few streets ahead. I couldn’t see their face, but it looked like a dress I had seen before.

When I finally reached where they had turned, I saw them further down the street.

It was a girl, and some guy stalking her as she walked towards the alleyway. Something about it gave me a worry, maybe it was how she kept walking with a faster pace in each second. That's when I saw his hand reaching behind him and pulling out a large shiny kitchen knife.

Suddenly I felt cold, no not cold.

Frozen like I had turned the corner and ended up in Antarctica.

In that second I realized what was about to happen. I ran forward, praying that I could do something in time. But as I got closer, the sounds of someone running must have reached them. The girl began to turn and realize something was wrong, but it was too late. The man raised his arms and then it was over.

By the time I reached her, the man had already run off.

Her eyes were closed, but I could see the pain on her face. Her chest barely rising as she laid there on the street, the knife handle shining as blood pooled out from where it had entered her body.

I was too late.

I reached out and touched her hand, lightly grasping it. Her hand responded, but the movements of it were so light that I knew it wouldn't be long until she was gone.

Tears filled my eyes and ran down like a waterfall.

"I'm sorry Sakura, I was too late."

The words left my lips and I felt her hand move once more. I grasped hers a little tighter, and saw that her face looked a little more peaceful.

As I started to say more, I felt her hand become lighter in mine. She might not be able to hear my words, I thought, but it doesn't matter.

"I will save you, I promise. No matter what I have to do."

I let go of her hand, and stood up. Realizing that no one was around, it might not look good if someone came around the corner and saw me with a body.

I debated on going to someone's door, but how would I explain things to them, let alone the police? Looking around, I saw a public phone.

Thankfully I still had some change, I picked up the phone and dialed the police.

"Is this some kind of a joke? If it is then you're in big trouble."

The officer on the other line sounded gruff.

"No sir, if you come to this corner you'll find her."

The line was silent for a moment.

"You just wait there and someone will be there soon. They'll want to ask you some questions."

Of course they would, but how would I explain things?

Instead, after the call I found a spot nearby that I could watch without being spotted. 2 squad cars as well as paramedics arrived shortly after. I watched as the paramedics tried to bring her back, but it was too late.

The police had cordoned off the area, and began going around asking if anyone had seen anything. By that point, I had begun to head away from the area.

Maybe I should just go home and explain things, but how? How do you explain to your parents that they have two sons that look exactly alike? Then the memory of my yesterday flashed back to the call and text.

“What if I couldn’t communicate with my family and my other self?”

Realizing going home wouldn't work, I began heading towards the city and boarded a train not knowing where was my destination. For the first time ever, I felt so lonely in my life even before Sakura came into my life. I just wanted to escape from Takaoka as it reminded me of her and her lifeless body.

I was so heartbroken and depressed over all the strange and tragic events which I witnessed that I didn’t even realized how much the time has passed. The train stopped at its final stop… Fujisawa, present in the Kanagawa Perfecture.

I can’t believe that I was so far away from my home. Even much farther away from Fukuoka where Sakura took me on an overnight trip.

“I guess witnessing her death in front of my eyes took a deep toll on me.”   

I could find a hotel or something to spend the night. But then I remembered that the other me had my ID, so getting a hotel was out of the options.

Heading back out, I saw a 24 hour net café near the station. At this point, I was too tired to be picky about where I was sleeping as long as it wasn't on the streets.

I paid at the counter, and headed where I was instructed. At this late, very few people were wrapped up in the computer in front of them that no one even noticed me walking by.

Laying down, I thought about everything that had happened.

"I really wish this was all just a nightmare, because I don't know what to do."

Closing my eyes, I drifted off into the sweet bliss of sleep.

"...Are you awake?"

A voice from above me called out. It was morning. I slowly opened my eyes to see an employee from the net cafe standing over me.

"You know you have to pay to stay here right? Where did you sneak in from?"

I was puzzled, as I remember paying at the counter last night.

"But I did pay, the guy at the counter last night would remember. It was Kazumo written on his nametag."

The employee got even more upset when I said this.

"Lying isn't going to save you here. Either pay up or I'll call the cops."

I tried looking for the receipt I had gotten, but it was nowhere to be found.

"But I did pay last night, I swear."

I pleaded with the employee but it was to no avail.

"I know you didn't, because Kazumo wasn't working last night. Maybe you had scooped this place out better but didn’t knew that his shift is tonight."

The employee held out his hand.

"So either pay the fee for the night or I'll call the cops. Final chance."

I reached into my dwindling funds, and handed over the fee.

Satisfied, the employee began to head back out.

"Can I just ask one thing?"

I called out as he was walking away. Turning around, he was clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, but make it quick. And you'll have to head out soon, we need to clean that space as your paid time is almost up."

"What is todays date?"

Looking as though he was expecting something else, he sighed.

"It's August 19th. Anything else?"

I shook my head, and he left. So I was stuck back here, instead of moving forward.

"This means there's still a chance to save her."

This thought dawned on me and my mood began to rise.

"Breakfast first, and then I’ve to do some research about what really is happening with me"

I told myself.

Getting myself cleaned up, and tidying up the space I rented, I headed to the desk. The same employee that had woken me up was there.

"Oh it's you again. Do you need anything?"

He asked me, almost surprised I'd show back up.

"I need to rent a computer for a few hours."

I placed the money for the time needed on the counter, and waited for the assigned computer.

"If you want snacks or drinks, you can order them at the station and they will be brought over, or you can call any local shop around and have it delivered."

Thanking him, I went to my station and noticed it had no one near it. Thanking the employee again, I ordered some food from the menu and began looking up the book I had read that day. As I ate the food, I got absorbed into the material on screen. The cafe began to fill with customers, and my row slowly started to become occupied.

"Quantum physics huh? You don't see someone reading about that very often."

A voice from my left called out. I looked over to see a girl wearing round glasses with a brown ponytail hair, sipping through a cup of hot coffee most probably.

"Oh! Well it seemed interesting so I thought I'd read some."

My pathetic excuse sounding even worse out loud than it did in my head. She gave an unamused expression.

"You really should get better at lying, or maybe don't. Honest people are very rare these days."

She scooted closer to me, and I instinctively moved slightly back.

"I can see it in your eyes, you're going through something and you don't understand it, do you?"

I stared back at her, and nodded. It was too much to handle alone, and I truly had no one else to lean on. I was tired, and needed a respite.

She sighed.

"No matter how many times it's still such a bother. Well at least this can be payback to him for all those times he asked out for my help, even if he did it for me and others."

 "I'm sorry, but who and what are you talking about?"

I was confused, because this girl sounded as though she understood. And if that was the case, how did she understand when something like this happens?

She gave a sad smile, making me realize that maybe she really did understand.

"Have you ever heard of Adolescence Syndrome?"

She asked as she took another sip.