When I was in college, I had a friend named Jimmy, a fun and cheerful exchange student.
I was a quiet college student who was an introvert, but for some reason Jimmy always got along with me.
Jimmy always wore red sunglasses, from morning to night, whether it was sunny or rainy.
I never asked him why he wore sunglasses, but one night just before graduation, he was completely drunk and suddenly started telling me a secret.
“I’m always being watched.
Whatever I say, whatever book I read, whether I’m asleep or awake, Takeru is watching me…”
I thought he was joking.
“Who’s Takeru? Is he your roommate?”
“Takeru’s everywhere.
He’s on the walls around here, and sometimes in the back of your eyes.”
I felt creeped out.
“As long as I wear my red sunglasses, he won’t harm me.
He’ll either be grinning or laughing.
But if I show him all I am, he’ll get mad.
I guess it can’t be helped.”
And with that, Jimmy disappeared into the crowd.
No one knows what happened to him after that.