12: Love(d)

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3 months pass, no developments on the case... Nothing recorded by police... That is until today. An officer saw Ajax talking to his new school friends. Ajax openly admits to Enid's murder, like it's some joke. He is arrested on the spot. During interrogation Ajax admits to the whole thing and he is currently serving time until his trial. That dumbass fucking gorgon... The way he just plays it off like a joke... It's sickening... Thank goodness I have the weekend to think.

I sit on Enid's bed thinking. This has been one of my sources of comfort lately. I haven't been motivated at all since... Well...

I decide to search her side of the room for anything I could've missed. I rummage  through her desk and find only a glittery pen, it was atrocious...

I look into her closet seeing the purple hoodie I've been wearing a lot when I'm alone. I see a secret compartment, I open it, It has a bunch of hoodies that I throw into my bed, they are atrociously neon and bright. Underneath all of the hoodies is a letter. I pick up the letter. It was addressed to me... My hands shiver and tremble as the knot returns. I braced myself for what the contents could possibly be. I open the letter and it reads

Dear Wednesday,

I know we haven't known each other for that long but I can't deny it anymore. I have feelings for you. If you're reading this I guess I finally got the courage to give it to you. Hopefully you didn't find it alone.

I just love everything about you. Your monotone voice makes my heart flutter. I find it beautiful when you ridicule me for being stupid... And your eyes... Don't get me started because your eyes are so beautiful...

You don't have to like me back... But hopefully we can talk about this together... I know feelings aren't your forte but... Give it a try... For me

Love, Enid Sinclair

My stomach knots like shoelaces. She wrote me a love letter... She was never able to give it to me... I wonder how long she had it for? Was I that oblivious for that long? She liked when I called her stupid... I did that a lot... I can't believe it. Someone loves me... Or... I guess, loved me

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