Dear Rapmon,
Isn't it ironic how your stage name was actually what you were at the dorms; a monster.
It's hard to believe a six year friendship was beat by a one year fake friendship. But I should probably stop being petty, because I remembered you once told me: "I'm not into being petty, but swaggey."
Speaking of which, I have a lot of memories to share, that maybe you've forgotten with our promise of trust. I'll spare the details and share my most vivid ones.
Remember when we'd go to the ice cream shop next to the studio, and you'd have to pick me up a bit because I was too short to look entirely over the counter? When you'd aw at my useless attempts of seeing things on my tippy toes. And we would always go to our favorite spot under the tree, on the blue bench.
You probably forgot on those nights you would lock me out of the dorm, because she told you I said that she didn't do a good job at work. When I had made you all the dinner you deserve, and all she has to do is hug you and say words of encouragement. Or when you'd pushed me out on the street, with me almost getting run over if it hadn't been for my cousin.
I guess I should thank you. Because if my cousin hadn't been there to witness that, they would've never told me to run away from the living nightmare of 7 unrequited loves for a witch.
Don't forget me, because I can't forget you.
I'll miss you, but will you miss me?
Love from,
Bunny-ssi
Then at the bottom of the note, lay a withered blue flower petal, dead like their friendship.
