Some day’s I just pretend you were a dream. It all is. You never died because you never existed. But on those days I go to your grave. Then remember everything. You can’t be a dream. Can you?
After his best friend dies Kai writes diary entries to his friend every day. This won't show all of them. Just the interesting bits. I feel the need to add this. This story is based on my personal experience with topics like this which is very limited so I apologise if it's not super accurate and seems a bit unorganised.
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