Identity V On Crack (COMPLETED)

Last Chapter, Folks! (Special One-Shot)

Thank you all for coming this far with me! This has been the most successful Wattpad writing experience I've had so far, and I am absolutely grateful for all of you, my loyal viewers. But lately, I've found that I've started losing inspiration, maybe because of school, maybe because my irl friends are no longer interested in IdV. Whatever reason it may be, whatever I may choose to do with this series, I just want you to know that I love you so much. It may not mean much to you in the form of words behind a screen, but even if you don't believe me, I want you to know that I appreciate you all, I love you all, and you guys are my fuel to a happier life.

Also, the developers changed Kevin's last name in the notebook and now I'm upset because instead of Ayuso for a last name it's Alonso but Alonso is an Italian last name wtf devs be smarter-

Now, for the one-shot!

If you would like to skip to the 'thank you's and mentions and such, scroll to the end. But why would you skip the one-shot I worked so hard on? qwq

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WARNING: Just rejection, angst, and a lot of being upset.

Title: Choose Me

Pairing: It'll be made clear soon enough. NOW BE CONFUSED DURING THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY ABOUT THE REAL PAIRING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-

Kreacher's P.O.V

"M-Miss Woods?"

The brunette turned around and smiled sweetly.

"Yes, Mister Pierson?"

Even her voice stirs a feeling of fondness in me. I've loved her ever since I laid eyes on her. I nervously handed her a card.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest. This was the moment of truth.

Will she love me back?

She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, but there was a trace of... Embarrassment. Awkwardness. Sorrow.

"I... You... We... Mister Pierson, I'm afraid... I don't return your affection..."

At that moment, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

She...

Doesn't love me.

Doesn't love me.

But I must respect her choice.

And I respect her sexuality.

I force a smile, which I think she buys, and rub my neck before chuckling.

"I understand, Miss Woods. Thank you for listening to me."

I turn to leave before feeling a hand on my shoulder.

"Mister Pierson, can we still be friends?"

*some specific people I know starts sharpening knives*

I face the girl- no, woman, I have obsessed with for years, heartbroken.

And yet...

I nod.

No outburst.

No tears.

Just a simple nod.

She giggles and jumps up and down, clapping her hands.

"Great! I'm sorry, Mister Pierson, but I just..."

I give her a pained look. She understands and gives me a hug instead.

"I'll see you around!"

And with that, she lets go and skips away. I don't know if she's oblivious to my hurt, or if she has elected to ignore it, but her response has cut me deeper than any physical object could.