We both lived in the same neighborhood, classic elite neighborhood.
We were both raised in a similar way: perfect manners, great clothing, and maybe spoiled a bit.
Nothing could ruin our lives: we had big houses, lots of money, newest phones, newest gadgets, anything we wanted.
'He' lived tree houses away from me.
Our friendship could not be destroyed, not even the gossips about us, our friendship had no lies.
I wasn't quite "in love", we were friends... My feelings for him were less than liking, but I still loved him in a more unusual way.
I was four when we first met.
When I close my eyes, the flashback starts: I said "Hello" and little did I know what and how our relation should develop.
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WerewolfWe lived in the same neighborhood. We were both young when I first saw him, I wasn't quite "in love", we were friends, but not best friends... My feelings for him were less than liking, but I still loved him. I close my eyes and the flashback starts...
