Status: A story of mutual, platonic love and respect; the things friends teach us along the way.

Platonic



Maybe I can't touch the sky,
still I want to run just a bit more.

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This story will contain mentions of eating disorders, mental health, and other sensitive topics that will, of course, not be taken lightly. But if these things will effect your own health negatively, please do turn back. Stay safe; I love you.

(This is technically not a shippy story. If you, the reader, read it as such, that is your interpretation and you are of course entitled to it. I, however, have something else in mind.)
  1. Begin
    {give me back my laughter}