Something is going on under the surface, apparently.
To be clear, I had nothing to do with it. As for “this matter,” I’m not involved in anything.
I had almost forgotten about “the incident” recently, and I even remembered “that person’s” name for the first time in a while.
I thought it was already over.
Apparently something is going on. It is especially inconvenient that there are sightings or rumors of “that person” going around.
I couldn’t let it get out.
But it seems that such a disturbing trend has already been established. Even though I have not actually experienced such a thing, I have sensed it irresistibly.
What should I do? No, I should do something about it.
That’s what I thought, so I took action. Looking back, I regret that it was so quick.
At the same time, I think it was inevitable.
Because if I didn’t, it would probably take me down the road, too, if “that person” wasn’t in a bad position.
So that decision must have been the right one.
I put my anxiety-driven mind in the corner and maintained my superiority.
Even if it makes no sense externally, I make excuses to myself for the sake of peace of mind in the present moment.
It’s okay, it’s not me who is at fault. It’s the other guy.
I wonder if I should take some kind of action in the future. I reconfirm my position once again.
… It’s okay. I’m still an outsider. I’m involved, but it’s no big deal. Because that’s what it was originally about.
I just adapted it a little bit and let it slide.
And although the past cannot be erased, fortunately “that person” has already been concluded. I won’t be judged now.
… Yes, I should still be a bystander.
Because if this continues, I’m sure my name will never come up.
I took the risk to make sure that wouldn’t happen.
It will work out. It was like that at the time, too.
”…I’ll be fine.”
I don’t know how many times I’ve muttered that, but it never reaches anyone’s ears.
Still, I was so anxious that I couldn’t help but whisper it.