I was a very close friend, to the point that I considered it something much more intimate.
But something happened.
We stopped talking. I tried to ask why and what was the reason behind it, but I never had the courage to actually do so.
I began investigating. I found some clues, but they don't make a clear picture when put together.
Craving for the answer traumatized me.
Afterwards, I moved on. Some answers aren't meant to be known.
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