The Treetops Under the Moon That Year

He once told me personally that these were all false, but now he wants to punish me with those lies. I once thought we were best friends, and he was my only glimmer of color in this bleak world. But now this color has penetrated deeply into my heart, making me try what it means to lose all hope. I shouldn't ask for anything in the first place. Friends are something I've been destined not to have since I was born. No cp, short story written a long time ago. It's neither supernatural nor detective. Intention: None