Catharsis (A Darkromance Story)

Quixotic

I quickly get back up and sift through the computer's many files before opening up the chat. My heart races as I see Niko's response. At first, he seems shocked by my story, reluctant to believe it.

However, after a few moments, he changes his tone, acknowledging the strangeness of the situation. He admits he has no idea what I should do next, and honestly, neither do I.

I sit there for a while, lost in thought, trying to piece everything together. Suddenly, a realization hits me—the only person who knew about that homework was me... and Niko. I had told him about it in our late-night chats. Suspicion starts to creep in; could he be involved somehow?

He's the only suspect I have right now, even if the idea seems far-fetched. Irritation bubbles up inside me as I find myself so close yet so far from an answer.

I consider the possibility of one of my classmates placing the notebook in my bag. But then again, who among them would care enough about me to do such a thing? My interactions at school are minimal, and I can't think of anyone who would go out of their way to help—or to mess with me. The mystery deepens, and the unease in my gut grows stronger. I need to find out the truth, but for now, all I have are more questions.

The loneliness starts to creep in again as Niko mysteriously disappears, once more leaving my messages unanswered. I stare at the screen, the cursor blinking back at me, a silent reminder of my isolation. This situation can't go on like this—I need someone to see and talk to in person, not just through a glowing screen.

That dumb school is filled with self-obsessed fucks, people who only care about themselves and their own drama. Finding someone who genuinely listens or understands feels impossible. Niko, despite his quirks and the mystery surrounding him, seems like the only person worth talking to face-to-face. His insights and the way he makes me feel heard are unlike anything I get from my classmates.

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my solitude pressing down on me. If I want to unravel this strange series of events and find some semblance of comfort, I need to break out of this virtual bubble. Maybe it's time to find Niko in real life, to see if he's as genuine in person as he is online. The thought is both daunting and exhilarating, but it might be the only way to find the answers I'm desperately seeking.

As much as I wanted to ignore it, meeting Niko would be kind of like a date for me. I've never really made plans with friends, especially not with boys. But Niko seems different; he's always been so chill and laid-back. He never talked to me like he was trying to be my boyfriend or anything, just always friendly and understanding.

I can't deny how much I need to be with someone right now, someone who can listen and maybe help me make sense of everything that's been happening. The idea of meeting up with Niko in real life is both nerve-wracking and exciting. I've spent so much time feeling isolated, and here was a chance to connect with someone who seemed to genuinely care.

The thought of this being a kind of date makes my heart flutter a little. I wonder what he looks like, what his voice sounds like. I've only known him through the screen, but now I might get to see the real person behind the messages.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how much I need this—how much I need him. He’s the only one who seems to understand me, the only one I can turn to right now.

Despite the butterflies in my stomach, I know this is something I have to do. I take a deep breath, already imagining our meeting and hoping it will bring some clarity to the confusion and loneliness that have been clouding my mind.

But then... i get another notification, it's Niko, he wants to... meetup ? What the fuck is even going on a this point.