dear you, (2)

epilogue

third person pov;

the boy closed the journal, with "dear you" written on the spine of it.
he looked over at his clock and saw that it was 4 in the morning.
he had lost track of time reading the words she had written about him and her.
as he read though, all of their memories had come flooding back to him.
he sat on his floor and cried, becoming mad at himself for remembering after it was way too late.
after crying for about an hour, he got up and put a shirt on.
he picked up the journal and the sweater he had taken from her house, and went outside to his car.
he put both items in the passenger seat before he started the car and began driving.
the boy pulled into the parking lot of a 24-hour store.
he got out of the car, leaving the keys in the ignition.
he went into the store and looked up and down the isles.
he found what he needed and paid for it, quickly.
the boy then jogged back out to his car, setting the bag of chocolate covered pretzels in the passenger seat as well.
he drove for about 30 more minutes before stopping, he grabbed all of the things he'd brought and got out of the car.
he set the journal, her sweater, and the bag of pretzels in a spot behind a distinct rock on the ground.
he buried the journal slightly, in case he ever wanted to come back and read it.
he then sat on the hood of his car, looked to the brightest star in the sky, and whispered,
"i love you april."