Everett Joneston.

You loved Everett. You adored him, didn't you? His sweet smile, soft eyes, the way his tattoos practically danced along his skin, his laugh, his food, his humor, you adored everything about him.

You guys were the best of friends. Practically locked in at the hip, seriously! In public, he'd hold your hip, and.. Guhh.. Sends a shiver down your spine, hm? His touch? His thumb rubbing back and forth ever-so-gently? The way he held onto you tighter when other people came around? How protectiveeee!!

He was at work today. You had been cleaning, effortlessly folding blankets and dropping them limply upon the bed, a perfectly made bed. He'd be pr--

Your foot tapped against something, a composition book poked out from under the bed, the cover looked worn down, smudges of red ink trailed along the front.

With a swift hand, you clutched the notebook in your hands, the pages were all messy, you shouldn't look through this should you?

I mean, he'd be home soon, and...

Your pointer and thumb pinched the cover, as you cautiously opened to the first page.

And to your horror.

Your name plastered all over the page. Encircling a small entry.

'July 2nd, they don't understand. How much I love them. They don't love you like I do please understand meeee if they fuck with you they're going to lose.'

A buzzing rang in your ears,

You didn't even hear the door creak open behind you.