Sparkatale

The silence between them grew heavy. He kept his head down, his eyes glued to the twigs by his feet. "I was in love with you, back then." Phoenix kept his eyes on their old treehouse, "I know." Ralph's eyes shot up to look at the man next to him, "Y—what?! You knew this whole time?" He shook his head in disbelief, "I don't get it. Why don't you hate me?" Phoenix's turned his head, his eyes connected with Ralph's in an earnest stare. "Honestly? I could never hate you. You were the only person I've ever considered a friend."