I don't know what to call this story.
Almost every protagonist has my shadow in the character, the belief in friendship; the helplessness in love; and the fear of family ties... All of them are what I have imagined. I don't want to write about love, hate, and enmity. I only write about helplessness, not betrayal.
I have imagined almost every plot in the story.
I want to write it down, to my group of friends who live with a clear distinction between love and hate all day long; to the friend who still vowed to never leave me even when the relationship had already fallen into the trap of the city.