That Year Beneath the Moonlit Trees

He once told me himself that all of it was fake, but now he's using those lies to punish me.

I used to think we were the best of friends. He was the only splash of color in my dim, lifeless world.

But now that color has pierced my heart, making me experience what it means to lose all hope.

I should never have wished for anything in the first place. From the moment I was born, I was destined to have no friends.

No CP. A short story I wrote a long time ago. It's neither supernatural nor a mystery.

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