A record of my own thoughts. It tells the story of the purest secret love and separation in high school. Short film, poorly written.
——You always say that graduation is far away, and in the blink of an eye we go our separate ways.
——Even so, I still hope we can be friends.
--Um. When one day I don't like you, I will come back and we will still be friends.
It's really short, and the two of them will probably end in ten chapters. Welcome to read.