"She's just... gone." Louie said, his heart dropping as he tried his best to face the truth. It was all his fault, he didn't stop her, he didn't know.
He never knew she thought no one knew about her existence, he didn't think she was mixed up in all a mess of this torture and pain. He thought she was happy, that everyone thought she belonged, but he realized how blind he was.
"I never got to tell her the truth..." Louie sighed, trying to hold back the wet tears slowly dropping from his eyes.
Louie was alone in his room, clutching onto a photo of Y/N. She looked so happy, but he knew it was all fake, that it was a lie.
"Hey, Louie. We found something." His older brothers, Dewey and Huey, entered the room. Huey held onto a small piece of paper, and Louie make out the try tears the boys had wiped from their faces before entering.
Louie shoved the picture under a pillow and wiped his own tear before going over to his others. "What is it?" He asked, his voice cracking as he thought if Y/N again.
"Just... read it." Huey said, handing the paper to his brother before leaving the room, Dewey following him.
Louie held the paper in his hand, took a deep breath, and read it over.
Louie Duck.
He already recognized the handwriting. It belonged to Y/N.
He's clever, yet foolish. Sweet, yet deceiving. The "evil" triplet they say. I wouldn't call him evil, but he's not exactly the best person I know.
He's blind to what's right in front of him. Trapped in a delusion of what he wants to believe. He doesn't recognize the emotions of people except for himself.
I loved him, but I never wanted to face the truth about him. No, I don't and can't blame him for the actions in which I brought upon myself, but I can say this.
Of all people, Louie Duck is the reason I am who I am. The one and only reason.
If anyone reads this, Huey, Dewey, Scrooge, Webby, Louie, I just want you to know, I'm happy now.
I've never been happier.
Louie dropped the note and backed up, into the wall. He wasn't sure if he was okay or not, he assumed it was an anxiety attack or something along those lines.
"It's my fault." Louie muttered to himself, clutching onto his chest, scared and afraid of what to do. "It's all my fault..."
"I'm the reason that Y/N is gone..."
