September 20th, 2016.

Dear diary,

Today at school, Will approached me hesitantly. Instead of running like I usually did, I stopped and listened to what he had to say.

"Betty, I'm sorry for talking to you, but I have to tell you something," he said.

I sighed. "Don't be sorry. I'm sorry for ignoring you instead of listening to you."

"It's okay, I guess. I just wanted to tell you that I...I moved on, finally. I found a girl I really like, and I want to ask her out," he said.

I smiled. "Good for you," I said. "I'm glad you've moved on. We weren't meant to be together, anyway. It was fates way of saying, "Just be friends.""

"...So. Friends?" he said, holding his hand out for me to shake.

I took his hand in a firm grip. "Friends."

I gave him one last hug and while I started walking away, he stopped me. "Wait! I don't know how to ask her!"

Typical Will. "Follow your heart," I said. "Whatever it tells you, do it."

He nodded before leaving. I met up with Damien in the parking lot and he drove me home.

Well, that's all. Just wanted to tell you that a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders.
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