He thought of him as a close friend, but he thought of him as a true love. Was it because he hid it too well, or because he never thought about it. He didn't understand his thoughts until the moment he died, but it was already too late. If you live a new life, you will not be alone.
I recently read a post-apocalyptic article and wanted to write it myself. This is my first time writing an article, so please bear with me.