Darryl Pov:

I sighed, and slipped back on my shoes that I had just taken off.

But I was ready. I was gonna go ask Alex about the note.

I opened my front door, and started heading in the direction of his house immediately after shutting it behind me.

I guess that I had stalled longer than I thought, since it was already getting dark.

Well, I did make toast, watch some TV, play a bit of Minecraft, did some homework... Okay yeah, I was stalling a heck of a lot.

I'm just nervous. I don't know what could happen. And especially if Alex is the murderer! What if he murders me?!

The sound of wind blowing through trees whistled in my ears, making me calm down a bit.

It's okay.

You've got this Darryl.

I made my way closer and closer to Alex's step.

I counted each step I took, making sure to take a second every time.

But my minds was still so occupied, that after a couple turns, hadn't even realized that I was already close to his house.

I was already in his driveway when I noted, though.

I walked up onto his front porch, and put my hand up to knock.

C'mon, you got this!

You can do it, don't even worry!

The voice in my head gave me enough strength to know 4 times.

Then the door slowly creaked open.

"Darryl?" Alex's face appeared in the opening.

"Hi, Alex. Is it okay if I come inside? Just to ask you a question!" I asked, forcing a smile.

"Oh- yeah, sure." Alex moved out of the way, and let me inside. "If you're just asking a question, we don't need to get ourselves comfortable. Just ask me here," Alex said, stopping me from walking into the living room.

Which I honestly didn't mind, since it was closer to the door.

"I wanted to ask.." I started to say "about a note I found."

He gave me a confused look and then told me to go on.

I reached my hand into my pocket, to just show him what I was talking about. And the second I showed it to him, his face dropped.

"No... no, where did you get this?!" He asked me, reaching to grab it from me but I yanked it away before he could reach me.

"Not so fast! You need to tell me what this means!" I told him before he could try and reach for the note again.

Alex stopped and just stood still for a few moments.

"It means... I-" Alex struggled to find his words. I waited patiently as he fiddled with his fingers. "It's- uhm.."

Alex kept on saying stuff every once in a while. Like "uhm" or "it means..."

But he never actually said it.

"Just spit it out! I'm- sorry, I didn't mean to yell," I said.

Alex took a step back, obviously startled by my sudden yelling.

"Uhm, I'm.. sorry," Alex half whispered.

He then sighed. "It's just that..." But then Alex cut off again.

"JUST TELL ME!" I yelled at him.

I immediately felt bad, but he responded before I could apologize.

"IT MEANS I LOVED HIM, OKAY?!"

Alex made eye contact with me, and I could see water in his eyes.

"What? What does that have to do-" he cut me off.

"I loved him! I loved him so much!.. But he never noticed or cared! He only cared about Nick. And Nick hated me. I cared and worried so, so much about him. He was my thought every day when I woke up. But I never told him. I never got to tell him. Nick hid him from me and before I knew it, he was gone! He was gone... he was.. gone." Alex was dripping tears at this point.

I had no idea what to do or say. I expected it to be something bad, evil! I don't know! Not this!

"I'm sorry. I've just been wanting to say that for so long. I have never told anyone about my feelings," Alex continued. "The reason why I wrote down the sorry for him. Was because I am sorry for never telling the truth. I knew he was gone. I knew he would never come back. And the only way to hide reality from myself was to pass notes to him. Him and I would pass notes every time we had PE together when the teacher wasn't looking. It made me happy... but now those are just distant memories."

Alex sniffled, and wiped away his tears.

"Alex, I didn't know, I thought you.. never mind. I'm so sorry, I should have never come here I-"

"It's okay. You helped me actually. You helped me realize that I need to get over him. They already removed his locker, and now it's got some other kids name written on it. I need to stop. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. I'm not the only one hurt by this. Thank you for coming. But, I think it's best if you left," Alex said and opened the front door for me to leave.

I went to give him a hug goodbye but before I could he put a pointer finger to my face, and said "just don't tell anyone."

I promised I wouldn't tell anyone and awkwardly wished him a good night before leaving his house.

As I walked home I recelected everything that happened.

So the reason the note was there was because Alex has feelings and never told him?

Not because he was the murderer?

I went into my pocket to grab the note, but was a bit shocked when I felt nothing.

I checked all of my pockets. Still nothing.

Then the image of Alex waving me goodbye came to my mind.

In the hand holding the door open was the note, how did I not realize?

When did he even get it from me?

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After getting home and settling down in my bed, I hoped things would be normal with Alex tomorrow.

And I hoped that I would stop getting myself in really awkward situations like that.

Seriously.

EHAOSKSO THE ANGST MAKES ME SAD. I miss Karl. Come back to us king! 🥲
Have a good day/night!

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