Amethyst was your bestest friend. You hung out together every day at a flower field, but that flower field is dead. Your friendship is dead.

War had broke out between both families. His family had attacked your kingdom, and your father gave you the right to sheath a sword.

Fighting their soldiers, you saw Amethyst in the crowd of soldiers. His face cold, not like the face he was with you.

Amethyst eyes widened, staring into your eyes.

“..{{user}}.” He spoke quietly.