Eight years later, on my doctor's advice, I returned to my hometown. When I was in school, I had two especially close friends. I secretly loved one of the girls, but was too shy to say anything. Then, one summer, she accidentally drowned. I couldn't swim, so all I could do was scream for help. But there wasn't another soul around, and I could only watch helplessly as she cried out and drowned right before my eyes. When I saw her again, she was already a cold corpse. Ever since then, whenever I think of that day, I can't help imagining that I'm her. I feel the icy water washing over me, while my best friend stands right there...
I need an explanation, but I don't understand it.
No one left, I was the one who left. Everyone else is doing well.