SUMMERTIME RECORD SIDE -NO. 8-

If I could have covered my eyes…

Such was the silly thought that crossed my mind as I stared blankly at the gruesome landscape, “focusing” my viewpoint. Seeing a person, whom I had been joking with just this afternoon, spewing blood and falling to the ground. Seeing another, who looked out for that tiny little worry that I had, being shot by that bullet and lying still. Watching him transform like that and carry it all out, as if squashing a bug that had wandered into the room.

It was all there, as if projected onto a movie screen, and all I could do was just stand there blankly and watch.

If I could have spoken to him, should I have called out his name?

If I could have reached out to him, should I have punched him in the head?

If I could have been there…

…But I know. I understand, more painfully than anyone else, what I’m capable of.

I know I can’t do anything.

That must be why this ability chose me.