You and Tom were best friends.You spent the night, played together.

Tom’s especially favorite pastime was poking snails on the highway with a stick. One day you noticed that Tom didn’t walk or talk to you.

“Tom, why you’re not talking with me?”

“Y/N,my mom told me that we’re moving to grandma’s. I don’t want to leave(”

From the moment he left,everything went with him.There’s peace outside the window lost its color, replaced by dull weather.Your favorite sweets have lost their taste.