His Mother's Birthday Became My Death Day

Synopsis

The night I slipped and fell in the bathroom, Michael Goodwin was at the hospital with his mom. He ignored all my calls. After my phone ran out of battery and shut off, he only sent me one message: [Don't bother me with this trivial stuff.] Two days after I died, his friend Ryan saw a notification from the community. "Michael, they've put up police tape outside your building," he said. Michael kept his head down, peeling an apple for his mom. "Did she call the cops again to scare me?" he asked, his voice flat. Ryan said nothing. After a moment, he handed Michael a screenshot from the community. It read: [Grace Goodwin, resident of 1203, confirmed dead.] The knife in Michael's hand bit into his finger. Blood dripped onto the apple, but he didn't flinch. He stared at my name, completely still.