Cross stares at the notes his best friend left him. He hadn't really seen Killer today, but he was visiting friends, so he couldn't really check.

As he read, and decoded, he felt his Soul sink with horror. The fuck? God, he prayed that... that...

Hey.

You.

Can you tell me something?

What am I praying for?

For you to be okay? Yeah.
For you to be happy? Yeah.

But I try and try, because seeing you smile makes me feel elated. It makes me happy. But lately, you haven't been smiling. And it makes me feel sad... So, I talk to you. But you dance around the subject. If there was a bush, you'd be beating the shit out of it. And that makes me worried, yanno?

Is it that you don't trust me?
Is it that I react too much?
...
Is it that... you don't want to be convinced otherwise?

I'm sorry, Kills.

I just dunno what to do.

I desperately wanna help.

Desperately.

I can't imagine my life without you being there.

The two days without you, I was scared to sleep. I refused to touch my phone. I was so so depressed. Nothing cheered me up.

This is because I'm attached. So, so attached. I want us to be friends. I want that so badly.

And I have it. But...

Why does it still hurt?

I don't feel like Dust is replacing me. Honestly, I just wanted attention. And I got it! I'm having so, so much fun with our rp, Kills! I've never felt happier.

Finally.

Finally!

This is all I really wanted.

For us to be happy.

With others.

Yeah?

Finally.

Finally!

I have what I wanted.

I just hope someone can help you... because I can't. I don't have the ability. I want you to get a higher dosage. Or maybe try a new med?

Either way...

I'm the happiest I've ever been.

And it's thanks to you.

Thank you, M.

Thank you.