You're lost //yandere Will story//

Part 2: Unfaithful apologies

Part 2: Unfaithful apologies

"Please. Let me talk to her."

".... fine." She pointed up the stairs. I assumed that's where she was, and I took off. I opened the door and saw her sitting with her legs crossed on the floor, facing away from me.

"El?" I said softly. I sat down behind her. She didn't turn around to face me. She kept quiet.

"Hey....You know I would never..." I couldn't finish my sentence. Repeating myself seemed pointless. It would be very hard to convince her otherwise of something she seemed sure of. She was always very strong minded, and it was hard to change her mind. Especially if Max was involved.

"Mike.." she finally spoke up. She slowly slid a folded up piece of paper to her side, still refusing to look at me. I hesitantly reacted for it. As I unfolded it, I prayed that  it wasn't a response to the horrible letter she received thinking it was from me.

"𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦,
𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯."

My hands began to shake as I reread the letter over and over, trying to convince myself that it didn't really say that. She couldn't really have meant it. She couldn't have.

I looked up at her. She was finally facing me, tears in her eyes.

"El..."

She loves me, I know she does. I know that now she knows I didn't really write that letter, she realizes that she does love me. This can't be the way it ends. Every thing was going so well.

"Mike. I know you didn't write the letter." She spoke softly. I had always admired the way she spoke, but now it hurt me to hear it.

"Then.. why.." I still couldn't complete my sentence. I felt like I was stuck in a spiral of emotions. A tidal wave of nothing but cold water.

"I'm sorry." Her voice broke as her tears fell. "You told me not to-..." she breathed in sharply. "Not to.. lie."

I stood up on my knees and hugged her tightly. I let her cry into my shoulder.

I remember when she broke up with me before, and it was Max's doing. I know that Max told her to break up with me again. She never believed I deserved Eleven. Sure it may be true, but I don't know what I would do if we were ever apart forever. I can't lose someone else.

"You don't mean that. Please. You can't." I didn't know if it was her I was trying to convince, or myself. I kept a hold of her shoulders as I pulled away. "I love you, Eleven. I'm so sorry for not saying it enough. Or like.. at all, for-for that matter. But-"

She giggled through her tears.

"I do! I really do! I'm sorry." Is this what I should be apologizing for? Not saying that I love her? It's gotta be.. right?

"I know you do." She smiled. "I love you too."

She must've wrote the response with the mindset she was writing to me. That made me feel... like, way better. I kissed her with a smile, and she kissed back. God, I'm so happy this is over.

"So...are we cool?" I let go of her shoulders.

"We're cool." She replied, smiling.

She was like, actually beautiful, that ain't a lie even.

Heading home, I looked up at the starry sky, clouded by the leafy trees. I held my bike handles as I headed down the empty streets.

Who wrote that letter? Who in the hell would actually try to destroy my relationship, like, what kind of asshole? Was it my sister? She's poetic, I think. But I doubt she'd actually try to ruin my life like that. I'm gonna find out, eventually. Somebody's gonna get their ass kicked real fuckin soon.