Karkat's Journal

2

Your name is Terezi Pyrope and you just witnessed the person you cared about most pass away right before your sightless eyes. You are a mess. You start bawling when you realize he's gone. You noticed it right after you told him how you felt about him- how he didn't even twitch or move or say anything. And that was when it hit you. You lost him.
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You spend the rest of your day alone in your room, crying until you can't cry anymore. The amount of pain you're in right now in unbearable. There was so much you regretted. You regretted not telling him how you felt about him sooner, you regretted never being able to hug him or hold his hand or be with him in a way that wasn't just friends. You regretted not being able to tell him how adorable it was that sometimes he would smile thinking nobody could see him, but you could tell he was. He really had an amazing smile. And you absolutely despised and hated the fact that for the first time, he wasn't there to tell you that things were going to be okay.
You jump when you hear a knock at your door, but you don't dare answer it. You don't know if you can move from the position you're in. You hear something hit the floor lightly and you're left to assume someone left something for you. Your curiosity grows, and after about 2 hours of laying in the fetal position, crying to yourself, you get up, open the door, and find a small leather book on the floor.
You bring it into your room and sit down, opening the cover page and smelling the letters. You soon discover this is a journal. And this journal belonged to a certain deceased friend of yours.