I stared at the clock, the numbers showing boldly.
11:58
I had two minutes. I sighed heavily before going onto twitter and typing out my tweet to have enough time before midnight struck.
"Hi friends of Y/n," I whispered out loud, my fingers moving across the screen. "It's bear here. My best friend, my sister, Y/n asked me to do something important. She told me to tell you all how much she loves each and every one of you dearly as if you were all personal friends, family."
I set the phone down for a moment and stared at the clock again.
11:59
This was way harder than I expected to it to be, but I continued. "As for me, I am in charge of delivering to you all a piece of her heart. Music. These four songs are her life-"
My alarm went off, letting me know it was midnight so I quickly typed the last sentence.
@Y/n: and they are now yours, enjoy 🥀 -bear
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I set the phone down and watched the comments roll in, if I wasn't such a thug I might've cried.
@rootbeerflop: what does this mean? @bear @Y/n what's going on?
@Envision: this sounds like a goodbye and I don't like it.
@sarahY/ln: I feel like I should be worried but idk what to be worried about...
@rootbeerflop: so im listening to the songs. i think im crying but im not sure. so it goes... shit
@vivianmarie: @Y/n lmao what are you talking about weirdo? Dont make me come to your room.
Vivian's POV
I walked out of the guest bedroom with a chuckle, rolling my eyes at Y/n's hippie hours. She really is growing up to be just like dad.
Grabbing a water bottle on the way, I jogged up the stairs and slowly opened her door. "Okay weirdo, what's going on?" I cut the lights on, freezing as I stared at an empty, neatly made bed. Closing the bedroom door, I checked the closet and bathroom.. but she wasn't there. "What the fuck?" I breathed out before my eyes caught a single white envelope on the bed.
Quickly grabbing it, I could see it was Y/n's hand writing that scribbled my first name and the date.
I tore it open quickly, taking out a folded piece of paper that was halfway covered in her writing as well.
If you have this, that means I know you better than I thought.
I slowly sat down on the bed, shaking my head lightly in confusion.
