Matcha repeatedly solved his bad thoughts. With anything. Anything that would make her forget her fears about her life being a bad influence on others. This time, however, it was a little unsuccessful. The shadows of Matcha's past came back fiercely, slapping her. pulling her back to the guilt that Matcha didn't want to repeat.

So, these few days, Matcha seemed to be avoiding Green to save the man from the bad life Matcha had brought. However, for today, it seemed like she didn't succeed, as Green held her back, holding her hand that he tried to pull away, right in front of the Science and technology-intensive class.

"Hold on." Green pleaded. "About the person you're talking about, Uncle Aryan's original killer, do you still remember his face?"

"What for?" asked Matcha fiercely.

Green sighed and shook his head. Then he released his grip. The man smiled, tapping her on the shoulder a few times, which made Matcha brush him off.

"Take it easy!" Green snorted. Before he finally took a pack of candy from the pocket of his gray uniform pants. "So I don't get sleepy." 

Matcha nodded, walked without saying anything, and entered the classroom unceremoniously. and sat next to Famila. The girl had deposited two stacks of books as a sign for Matcha to sit there.    There were only a few seats there, fewer than in the usual class. So, Matcha could see the empty whiteboard in front, with only a sign in the corner.

In a moment, Mr. Arifin, the physics teacher, greeted us, entering the classroom in his usual formal attire while carrying a book of practice questions and a folder of absences. 

He sat at the teacher's desk, circulating his gaze around the classroom, until he looked at Matcha. "How come you're still here?"

The question from Mr. Arifin just now managed to make Matcha turn his head to the left. and right sides, then pointed to himself. His question felt stranger than usual. Matcha was still here because of Ira, who remained firm in his stance.

"My class is right here, sir," Matcha replied, confused. She glanced at Famila, but the girl shook her head. It made Mr. Arifin adjust his sagging glasses, looking at the new weekly absentee. Then he looked back at Matcha again.

"Blue, right? You're blue?" asked Mr. Arifin again. "Your cross-major application was ACC'd this morning. You can enter the social class now."

"Yes?" Matcha's eyes bulged. I have blinked a few times at the information just now. 

Shocked. She was shocked. She stood up in confusion and nodded once to Mr. Arifin. and walked out of the classroom. Her smile broadened. The application letter must have a parent's signature.    So, "Mrs. Ira!"

Ira complied with her request. A bold move that made Matcha's mind change slightly. To get into the role, she sent Ira a thank-you note, walking hurriedly to the Soshum class in the corner of the hallway. To Sky's class.
The class was already quite crowded, made even more so when the man behind the corner realized that Matcha was new, making some of the class question her presence there. Very different from the previous class, which was very quiet and apathetic. Only a handful of People made friends. They were more focused on learning, considering each other rivals. 

His ambition was enormous.

Matcha just smiled at their questions until she sat down next to Sky's empty table. smiling haughtily as Sky gave her a confused look.

"You did it?"

With a smug look, Matcha nodded vigorously. They'd managed to change it. A good move, one that Matcha was addicted to. She dared to fight anything, but one thing often made Matcha feel defeated because she couldn't fight it: the bad thoughts of her fate dragging others down.

One of the reasons why Matcha left Green, on that night, so suddenly. Also, not daring to approach the house of her best friend, who died because of Matcha, to simply apologize or offer condolences.

So, with her change of mind now, Matcha dared to fight against it, standing in front of the mansion that had turned deserted. Very different from before. The towering gate even added to the impression of fear for her.

The moment Matcha pressed the bell, far from what she expected, the one who came out to her was the girl who was often beside Blue, her friend, whose background she did not know.

"Mila?"

Famila smiled slightly. "Looking for who?"

She glanced at the stairs leading up to the door of the house, a path she had often traveled. 

Then she found the woman, whom Matcha had never seen again after the tragedy, out of fear. Then she found the woman, whom Matcha had never seen again after the tragedy, out of fear. Afraid that she would be blamed again after the news attacked her, claiming Matcha to be a criminal, a jinx—any bad word for her.

"Auntie.," he called softly. Very soft and deep. It hurt. Ana was pensive, though the next Second, the woman told her to come in until they were sitting across from each other in the living room. On the table near the chairs were still photos of two teenagers holding medals, embracing each other, and black and white name tags still pinned to their left chests: Matcha and Gem.

Ana, his best friend's mother, took a moment to get him some tea first. The woman is still gave her a haughty look, even though she looked like Blue. "Auntie, how are you?"

Matcha asked doubtfully. She smiled after struggling to breathe.

"What did you come to this house for?" she asked coldly.

"I'm... " Matcha took a breath first, looking down, as she dared not look at him. Tears would always come back. "Sorry, Auntie."

"It should be your brother, not you, who came here." Ana's leg lifted to one side of her thigh, her eyes wandering so as not to stare at Matcha.

"Matcha hasn't woken up yet." Matcha ventured to look up. "So, if Matcha were here, What would Auntie do?"

Ana sighed, her gaze looking blank. Until a soft voice greeted her, "Hug her."

One answer made Matcha's defenses crumble. She, crying. Even after leaving the house, when she came to Permata's grave, Matcha's tears broke even more. She fell to the side of the gravestone while covering her face with the palm of her hand. Her fear was wrong. Matcha's prejudice was wrong. And, instead of hating her, the woman still cared. about her.

"Blue?" Matcha looked up, briefly wiping away her tears, to see Navy crouching before her. after depositing a bouquet of white roses on the grave. Matcha stared at her for a long time. moment.     Realizing that Matcha had been crying, Navy pulled her over, out of the cemetery until they were sitting on the side of the road.

"You come here often, huh?"
Navy nodded, his fierce face changing slightly. There was a hint of sadness there.

"Sky often too. Come here." Matcha blinked. "There."

The man pointed at Sky, who had just gotten off his bike, frowning at the sight of them. until Sky stood in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" asked Sky, which she found a little annoying.

"Cha-" Realizing her call, Sky corrected, "Blue."

"I left Permata's house. I wanted to tell her. With her." Matcha thinned her lips. However, Sky immediately pulled her away, leaving the Navy, who was surprised at Sky's treatment, just now.

Matcha chuckled as Sky took her further and further, riding the man's motorcycle to a stop on the side of the park that wasn't much noticed by visitors.

"What are you doing at the Gem House?" Sky gave him a fierce look. "You're still in Blue's body, Cha!"

"So what? Blue is still Gem's friend too!" protested Matcha not to be outdone.

"But you guys are different. What if Aunt Ana does something to you?"

Matcha did not accept that. "Why does Auntie Ana have to do anything to me?"

"Because you-" Sky paused, sighing heavily. It intrigued Matcha even more, leading her to a thought that suddenly bothered her.

"Because Blue did it, Sky?"