Shadow Milk Cookie...

| Careful, the glass. 💧

Shadow Milk was defeated, and joy swept over everyone around, but not you. You broke his soulge, assuring him that it would be better, but your words, full of friendly intentions and promises, only fueled his anger, and he yelled at you. After that, cracks appeared on his face. After all, Shadow Milk, like you, is a cookie, and the break was his undoing, leaving only crumbs.
You rushed to him when he could no longer stand on his feet. Quickly grabbing him by the waist, you hugged him to you, sat down, hugging him with loving arms. Shadow Milk could have resisted, but not in moments of weakness.
Shadow Milk's hoarse, broken voice pierced the silence:
— Before… You wanted to be my friend, right?
Pause.
— Honestly… I was happy. No cookie has ever told me that before. If I had known how it would end.… Maybe it's too late, but…
— You can be my first and last friend.… You interrupted him, and then your eyes filled with tears.