Shortly after, they discovered the person responsible for my injury. It was revealed to be an old adversary of Darren's.
Gossip circulated that Darren had subjected this individual to severe mistreatment, leaving him mentally unstable ever since.
During idle moments, he frequently visited the graveyard. Embarrassingly, the grave he paid respects to was actually mine.
A few months prior, when the physician informed me of my grave condition, I had come close to dying multiple times.
At that time, Darren was also in the hospital, unaware that I had briefly regained consciousness once.
My father informed me that Darren might be recovering his memories.
I was startled. If true, I needed to depart swiftly.
By the time Darren was well enough to leave the hospital, all he would discover was news of my supposed death and that my funeral had already taken place.
I shouldn't have resorted to such a drastic excuse, but in that moment, I didn't consider the consequences.