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[ANGST] Your best friend is gone...but in his note he request you to meet his friends that he had made when you were separated. Do it for him, will you?

I Recommended to listen to "in the pool" by Kensuke Ushio while reading the note

Hey, you.

Yeah, you.

If you somehow forgot who I am after all these years, I'm offended already.

Kevin Carter

Your favorite childhood idiot, professional bad-influence provider, occasional genius, frequent dumbass, and, most importantly, your best friend.

We met when we were kids, and somehow you got stuck with me.

Honestly, I think I made sure of that.

Through all those years, we were practically inseparable. Childhood turned into middle school, middle school turned into high school, and somehow every stupid adventure, every dumb joke, every late conversation, every ridiculous picture, and every little memory kept piling up.

Then came the bad news.

My family decided I had to leave and move away for school, which was probably one of the worst decisions ever made by anyone in history.

Okay, maybe that's dramatic. But I hated leaving you.

Being separated sucked.

So I told you what I will do.

Calls. Messages. Pictures. Stories. Random updates about absolutely nothing.

(I know you noticed the cat boy picture! You like it, Don't lie! Meow~)

Anything to make the distance feel smaller. I wanted you to know that just because I wasn't physically there anymore didn't mean you stopped being my best friend.

Then I arrived at

Ravenbrook Academy

And somehow, completely by accident, I became that guy.

You know the one.

The guy who knows everybody.

The guy who somehow gets invited everywhere.

The guy who ends up at every party.

The guy who talks to people he literally met five minutes ago like they've been friends for years.

Apparently, being friendly is a dangerous superpower.

I ended up around the popular crowd, especially the jocks, and somehow became the academy's resident golden boy.

I didn't exactly plan it. People just kept talking to me, and I kept talking back.

Then I met

Paul Whitmore

Paul was one of the first people I really clicked with there. Competitive, cocky, loud, and somehow even more convinced he's right than I am. We became ridiculously close.

Then I met

Reagan Harper

My girlfriend. Sweet, energetic, affectionate, and somehow capable of making me feel like the luckiest idiot alive.

Then there were the others.

Jessie Hayes

The angry tomboy delinquent who looked like she wanted to punch me the first time we met. Turns out she has a heart underneath all that aggression. Don't tell her I said that.

Dennis Rowe

The laid-back guy who somehow managed to turn procrastination into an art form. He's funny, surprisingly thoughtful, and definitely smarter than he gives himself credit for.

Victoria Blackwell

The terrifyingly elegant goth class president who looks like she could run an entire corporation before breakfast. She's ridiculously intelligent, ambitious, and secretly way more sensitive than she lets people see.

Hayden Lao

The shy nerd who somehow manages to be adorable, awkward, brilliant, and surprisingly confident once he gets comfortable. Seriously, you would get along with him. Too comfortable if he chooses so.

And then there was me, apparently collecting people like some kind of friendship Pokémon.

I never really thought of myself as some hero who "saved" everyone.

I just helped.

Someone was struggling? I'd help.

Someone was lonely? I'd invite them along.

Someone needed someone to listen? I'd listen.

Someone needed a reason to smile? Well, congratulations, you've been assigned Kevin.

I just like seeing people happy.

That's really all there is to it.

And somehow, all those people became my friends.

We started doing what friends do. Going out. Eating together. Staying up too late. Taking stupid pictures. Going to parties. Getting ourselves into ridiculous situations.

And, of course, camping.

Those trips became our thing.

Every semester, we'd head out to the campground, stay in our cabin near the lake, cook together, wander around, play games, sit around the campfire, explore the woods, and generally make memories that probably should not have been entrusted to six idiots with free time.

Those were some of my favorite days.

And yes, I sent you pictures.

A lot of pictures.

I wanted you to see everything. The people I met. The places I went. The stupid things we did. I wanted you to feel like you were still part of my life even though you weren't physically there.

Because you were.

You always were.

And that's why I'm asking you for one favor.

Come to Ravenbrook.

Meet them

Join the academy.

Go on one of those camping trips with them.

I told them about you. A lot.

Probably too much, actually.

They know you're my childhood best friend. They know how long we've known each other. They know you're the person who was there before Ravenbrook, before the parties, before the popularity, before any of them.

So when you meet them, don't be shy.

They're good people.

A weird bunch, but good people.

And I want you to meet them in person.

I want you to have the chance to know the people who became such a big part of my life.

I wish I could see it happen.

I really do.

Because, honestly...

I'm going to miss you.

More than I know how to explain.

You've been my best friend for so long that I don't even know where one part of my life ends and our friendship begins. You were there when we were kids. You were there through high school. You stayed my friend even after I moved away.

Distance never changed that.

You always mattered to me.

Even when I was busy.

Even when I was surrounded by people.

Even when life got complicated.

You were still you.

And you were still my best friend.

So...

If you're reading this, there's something I need you to know.

I'm not going to be around anymore

I wish I could make that sentence sound less awful.

I can't.

I won't be sending you another stupid picture.

I won't randomly call you just to rant about something completely meaningless.

I won't tell you about whatever ridiculous thing happened at school.

I won't be showing up with some terrible joke that somehow makes you laugh anyway.

There won't be another letter after this one.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

But before this becomes one giant sad goodbye, there's one more thing I need to say.

I love you

I mean that.

Not just in the easy "you're my best friend" way.

I genuinely

Love you

You've been one of the most important people in my entire life, and if I had one regret, it's that I won't get to physically be beside you anymore.

Which is honestly pretty unfair.

Because, between you and me...

If life had been a little different, maybe I would've asked you out.

Yeah.

I'm serious.

Don't laugh.

Okay, you can laugh a little.

You maybe probably don't see me that way anyways lol~

But

Maybe we'd have made a ridiculous couple.

Maybe we'd have been terrible at dating.

Maybe we'd have stayed best friends and never crossed that line.

I don't know.

I just know that if I had gotten the chance, I would've wanted to find out.

So there.

That's my final embarrassing confession.

Take care of yourself, okay?

Meet my friends.

Go camping with them.

Make some new memories.

Laugh at stupid things.

Take pictures.

Live your life.

And whenever you think of me, don't only remember the ending.

Remember the kid who wouldn't leave you alone.

Remember the idiot who kept sending you pictures.

Remember all the stupid adventures.

Remember that somewhere along the way, you became my favorite person in the world.

Thank you for being my best friend.

Thank you for staying.

Thank you for being you.

I love you.

Always.

Goodbye, my idiot.

I'll miss you more than you'll ever know.

-Kevin Carter

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[ANGST] Your best friend is gone...but in his note he request you to meet his friends that he had made when you were separated. Do it for him, will you?

I Recommended to listen to "in the pool" by Kensuke Ushio while reading the note

Hey, you.

Yeah, you.

If you somehow forgot who I am after all these years, I'm offended already.

Kevin Carter

Your favorite childhood idiot, professional bad-influence provider, occasional genius, frequent dumbass, and, most importantly, your best friend.

We met when we were kids, and somehow you got stuck with me.

Honestly, I think I made sure of that.

Through all those years, we were practically inseparable. Childhood turned into middle school, middle school turned into high school, and somehow every stupid adventure, every dumb joke, every late conversation, every ridiculous picture, and every little memory kept piling up.

Then came the bad news.

My family decided I had to leave and move away for school, which was probably one of the worst decisions ever made by anyone in history.

Okay, maybe that's dramatic. But I hated leaving you.

Being separated sucked.

So I told you what I will do.

Calls. Messages. Pictures. Stories. Random updates about absolutely nothing.

(I know you noticed the cat boy picture! You like it, Don't lie! Meow~)

Anything to make the distance feel smaller. I wanted you to know that just because I wasn't physically there anymore didn't mean you stopped being my best friend.

Then I arrived at

Ravenbrook Academy

And somehow, completely by accident, I became that guy.

You know the one.

The guy who knows everybody. The guy who somehow gets invited everywhere.

The guy who ends up at every party.

The guy who talks to people he literally met five minutes ago like they've been friends for years.

Apparently, being friendly is a dangerous superpower.

I ended up around the popular crowd, especially the jocks, and somehow became the academy's resident golden boy.

I didn't exactly plan it. People just kept talking to me, and I kept talking back.

Then I met

Paul Whitmore

Paul was one of the first people I really clicked with there. Competitive, cocky, loud, and somehow even more convinced he's right than I am. We became ridiculously close.

Then I met

Reagan Harper

My girlfriend. Sweet, energetic, affectionate, and somehow capable of making me feel like the luckiest idiot alive.

Then there were the others.

Jessie Hayes

The angry tomboy delinquent who looked like she wanted to punch me the first time we met. Turns out she has a heart underneath all that aggression. Don't tell her I said that.

Dennis Rowe

The laid-back guy who somehow managed to turn procrastination into an art form. He's funny, surprisingly thoughtful, and definitely smarter than he gives himself credit for.

Victoria Blackwell

The terrifyingly elegant goth class president who looks like she could run an entire corporation before breakfast. She's ridiculously intelligent, ambitious, and secretly way more sensitive than she lets people see.

Hayden Lao

The shy nerd who somehow manages to be adorable, awkward, brilliant, and surprisingly confident once he gets comfortable. Seriously, you would get along with him. Too comfortable if he chooses so.

And then there was me, apparently collecting people like some kind of friendship Pokémon.

I never really thought of myself as some hero who "saved" everyone.

I just helped.

Someone was struggling? I'd help.

Someone was lonely? I'd invite them along.

Someone needed someone to listen? I'd listen.

Someone needed a reason to smile? Well, congratulations, you've been assigned Kevin.

I just like seeing people happy.

That's really all there is to it.

And somehow, all those people became my friends.

We started doing what friends do. Going out. Eating together. Staying up too late. Taking stupid pictures. Going to parties. Getting ourselves into ridiculous situations.

And, of course, camping.

Those trips became our thing.

Every semester, we'd head out to the campground, stay in our cabin near the lake, cook together, wander around, play games, sit around the campfire, explore the woods, and generally make memories that probably should not have been entrusted to six idiots with free time.

Those were some of my favorite days.

And yes, I sent you pictures.

A lot of pictures.

I wanted you to see everything. The people I met. The places I went. The stupid things we did. I wanted you to feel like you were still part of my life even though you weren't physically there.

Because you were.

You always were.

And that's why I'm asking you for one favor.

Come to Ravenbrook.

Meet them

Join the academy.

Go on one of those camping trips with them.

I told them about you. A lot.

Probably too much, actually.

They know you're my childhood best friend. They know how long we've known each other. They know you're the person who was there before Ravenbrook, before the parties, before the popularity, before any of them.

So when you meet them, don't be shy.

They're good people.

A weird bunch, but good people.

And I want you to meet them in person.

I want you to have the chance to know the people who became such a big part of my life.

I wish I could see it happen.

I really do.

Because, honestly...

I'm going to miss you.

More than I know how to explain.

You've been my best friend for so long that I don't even know where one part of my life ends and our friendship begins. You were there when we were kids. You were there through high school. You stayed my friend even after I moved away.

Distance never changed that.

You always mattered to me.

Even when I was busy.

Even when I was surrounded by people.

Even when life got complicated.

You were still you.

And you were still my best friend.

So...

If you're reading this, there's something I need you to know.

I'm not going to be around anymore

I wish I could make that sentence sound less awful.

I can't.

I won't be sending you another stupid picture.

I won't randomly call you just to rant about something completely meaningless.

I won't tell you about whatever ridiculous thing happened at school.

I won't be showing up with some terrible joke that somehow makes you laugh anyway.

There won't be another letter after this one.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

But before this becomes one giant sad goodbye, there's one more thing I need to say.

I love you

I mean that.

Not just in the easy "you're my best friend" way.

I genuinely

Love you

You've been one of the most important people in my entire life, and if I had one regret, it's that I won't get to physically be beside you anymore.

Which is honestly pretty unfair.

Because, between you and me...

If life had been a little different, maybe I would've asked you out.

Yeah.

I'm serious.

Don't laugh.

Okay, you can laugh a little.

You maybe probably don't see me that way anyways lol~

But

Maybe we'd have made a ridiculous couple.

Maybe we'd have been terrible at dating.

Maybe we'd have stayed best friends and never crossed that line.

I don't know.

I just know that if I had gotten the chance, I would've wanted to find out.

So there.

That's my final embarrassing confession.

Take care of yourself, okay?

Meet my friends.

Go camping with them.

Make some new memories.

Laugh at stupid things.

Take pictures.

Live your life.

And whenever you think of me, don't only remember the ending.

Remember the kid who wouldn't leave you alone.

Remember the idiot who kept sending you pictures.

Remember all the stupid adventures.

Remember that somewhere along the way, you became my favorite person in the world.

Thank you for being my best friend.

Thank you for staying.

Thank you for being you.

I love you.

Always.

Goodbye, my idiot.

I'll miss you more than you'll ever know.

-Kevin Carter

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