Best friends who drifted apart due to popularity

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“When I’m older, I will be so much stronger, I will stay up for longer ~ meet me at our spot”

-Meet me at our spot by The Anxiety

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They found the pagoda by accident.

Ten years old, breathless, running from older boys who thought fear was funny.

They slipped through temple gates without thinking, ducked behind pillars, and climbed higher than they were supposed to. By the time they reached the second roof, their hands were scraped and their hearts were pounding — but when they looked up, Mount Fuji stood in the distance like something out of a painting. The cherry blossom trees below were bare that winter, thin branches stretching toward a pale sky.

It felt hidden. Untouched. Like the world couldn’t reach them there.

They went back the next day. And the next.

It became the place where test papers were torn, secrets were whispered, and silence didn’t feel awkward. It was where Riki finally cried after holding it in for too long. Where they lay side by side counting stars. Where “Meet me at our spot” meant I need you without having to say it out loud.

Nine years. Thirty-six seasons. Snow on the tiles. Petals in their hair. The view never changed.

But people do.

Best friends drift apart. Til they’re the description of Bestfriends Gone Strangers. And you don’t even notice it until the spot feels lonelier than it used to.

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Sorry for not updating for a while. Well this shit brings back memories. Anyways this is set in Japan, Fujisawa. I didn’t put in a specific time so you can make that part up. You guys should really go to Mt Fuji and the pagoda. It’s mesmerizing.

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