Freckles & Promises (BxB) ✔️

Wednesday | 7th, October - Thursday | 8th, October

A/N: the italicized and bold writing is in a different language (in this case, Japanese)

Hi guys! I just wanted to apologize for dropping this so suddenly. I remember having the worst writer's block ever. But I was able to log in and found my old writing. I've been reading and I think this story is worth finishing so I decided to go back and wrap it up. It may not be the best ending, but I'm hoping to give the story some closure. I've also realized that Oct. 7 is supposed to be the last diary entry of the bet, so I'm re-writing some of the chapter. Thanks for understanding! <3

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Wednesday | 7th, October - Thursday | 8th, October

Konichiwa Diary...

Fuck this diary. I can't believe on my last entry, I have to relive this shit. I'm writing from Oct. 8th because I didn't write on Oct. 7th for reasons I'll explain below. These past two days were... eventful, to say the least. At least a couple positive things happened. 

He...

...'s dead. He's fucking dead.

The shrill sound of the beep was finally turned off as the doctors draped a cloth over my dad and wheeled him out of the room. My mom and I stood frozen, too shocked to speak. Too shock to cry. Too shocked to even breathe.

"Heh," I breathed, "Guess he wasn't strong enough."

"Sukotto! How could you say that about him! You stupid child!" my mom raged, glaring at me through tear filled eyes. I looked back numbly.

"Sorry that I'm such a stupid child, mom. I need to think," I mumbled, turning and walking out of the hospital. I passed by Laney's room and he came out, catching me before I fell.

"Scott! Are you okay?" he asked, looking as pale as ever. I glared at him.

"Leave me alone, you..." I took a breath, biting back the bitter words that threatened to escape. "He's gone, Laney. He's fucking gone and I couldn't do anything about it!"

Immediately catching on, Laney wrapped me in one of his hugs. We sat on the floor outside his room for at least five minutes in comfortable silence, just hugging.

"I miss him already."

"I'm... I can't imagine what you're going through. I- can I do anything?" Laney asked. I shook my head.

"That's odd. I haven't shed a single tear. Wow. That must be just how much I loved my dad. Not to cry at all even after he's just died. I'm such a great son. Such a-"

"Stop," Laney said, pulling my head into his shoulder. He squeezed me tightly. "Stop that. You're just in shock. Don't put yourself down. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't do anything to stop it and if you could, I'm sure you would have done everything you could have. Scott, you are a great son. You're a great person in general. Whoever is waiting for you in America sure is lucky."

"Sure," I mumbled, not believing the boy in the slightest. "I should go. I want to go back home. I'll call you, okay?"

"Sounds good. I'll make sure to pick up," Laney smiled. I gave him a small smile back and stood up. I began to walk away and didn't stop until I was out of the cursed building. I spotted my mom looking around outside until she spotted me.

"Scott! Where have you been! I've been looking for you everywhere! I didn't mean it, and I'm sorry. You're not a stupid child. You're the best son I could ask for," my mom cried, hugging me. I hugged her back.