My lunch has grown cold

  and has barely been

  touched.

  I drink my cup of water,

  Ignoring the many souls

  in the cafeteria as I pack

  up and leave.

  Secretly, I can feel Ronin's

  intense stare as I leave.

  Hopefully he comes and

  follow to explain his

  actions with Nina.

  Mindlessly, I walk to

  the third floor and

  then to the stairs

  leading up to the

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  school's rooftop.

  The air smells fresh

  and the sky is a

  blue firmament,

  soon to be dyed in

  red from this black

  clown.

  I sit down on the

  rooftop's ground,

  opening a packet

  of sweet bread

  before eating.

  The flavor has red

  bean taste in the

  middle.

  I miss Ronin.

  I know he's not

  going to show up

  here.

  He's taking care of

  business as we

  speak.

  What business is

  that you inquire?

  I'm not supposed to

  tell and I swore I

  wouldn't tell.

  Like I said before, he

  pretends so well that

  I sometimes get caught

  up into an emotional

  frenzy.

  Him and I are

  both monsters.