Class Reunion 1998.

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At the meadows, two boys sigh and mutter incoherent things.

One was sick.

The other was suicidal.

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Both were best friends.

Both were like brothers.
 

They were most especially like lovers, though they were not.

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The older boy looked at the dandelions with a sad glint in his eyes, and picked up the small fragile one with his gentle hands. He held it carefully as if he was afraid it would disappear and handed it to the younger boy a faint smile somewhat visible on his face.

“Sehun, grant me one wish.”