The only thing closer than good friends are probably comrades who have shared weal and woe on the battlefield.
We are each other's most trustworthy confidants, and we are life-and-death friends who can trust each other with our lives. However, who can tell me where the bottom line of intimacy between best friends is? Why do friends become lovers overnight? Is there really just a thin line between the two?
"I also want to know how to forget you..."
"Besides death, I don't know what else can take you away from my heart..."
Looking at the sad look in Frank's blue eyes, I was so shocked that the boundaries between friends and lovers became blurred in an instant.
When my most valued and best friend told me personally that from the first encounter until the ten years of life and death, he had never regarded me as a friend, I no longer knew how to react. Can this extremely dangerous friendship between us still be maintained? And how far is this derailed friendship from love?
Conception: