Me and my friend Mary were friends since we were three. We did everything together until it became harsh. She would yell at me and shoo me away until I was left crying in the field. Every day I think of her and start to notice the atmosphere feels more somber than usual. I don't want to cry, but sometimes I do.
Please credit me if you use this, I worked very hard on timing it and the art. Thank you. *Edit* I corrected a spelling mistake.
