𝓸𝓱, 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂

"I'm Sorry."

It was one of the worst days I had ever gone through.

Monday, '3.42'

Dear diary,

Does Noah really like me? Looking back at whatever I had said, doesn't seem true now. He has been on his phone more than usual, though he seems sad afterwards.  I want to find out whatever he has been doing, but I'm afraid of him catching me. I'm terribly sad and I feel that he will confess that I am a failure to him. I don't care anymore! I will know what he is doing on that phone and I will tell him how I feel about it!

Y/N

"Gah." I muttered. Right as I was going to write the end of my last letter, my pencil broke and it became big and thick. I sighed. I was having a bad day. My door creaked open slowly.

"Y/N?" Noah said.

I got up from my desk and looked back at him. I would start our first fight. Me. Starting a fight against us, that would probably break our whole relationship. All of it. I was probably a toy that he stopped playing with.

"Y/N, are you okay..? Are you mad at me?" Noah asked quietly. I felt so angry. He didn't realize the dropped hints in the past? That I liked him? That he was my crush? The one I really cared for? I had enough of him texting this girl, or whatever.

"Noah, who have you been contacting these past days?" I glared at him. He looked so confused. Then, he picked up his phone and texted someone. As soon as he sent it, I heard -

Bzzt Bzzt.

I picked up my phone. It was flooded with messages - from Noah. I looked back at him. He was flooding tears and ran over to me, locking his arms around me, and crying. I was stunned. He was texting me, this whole time? "Y - N.. You've been s - so f - focused on w - work.." Noah managed to stutter. "You've never h - had time f - for m - me..!" I hugged him back.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into his ear.