i'm in love with judas//tyrelliot

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hello friend. it's been a while. a while for me, at least. last time we spoke, we were fighting against tyrell, now, quite the opposite.

"elliot? are you alright?" darlene's soft, but firm voice snapped my out of my trance. "yeah. yeah. when did you get here?" i nodded. she stepped closer, "i got here last night? did you really not notice?" shit. i guess i didn't. "i'm sorry. darlene? can i talk to you?"
"yeah. of course. what's up?" she sat down next to me. i looked up and saw my father's eyes. dammit. not him again. "don't tell her, she'll freak. you know your sister well. she won't take you seriously." mr. robot whispered. i push him  out of the way. no way he's getting in the way again. "darlene, um. i really like tyrell." i squeaked. darlene scoots closer to me and gives me a hug. "i'm proud of you, elliot."
"what did i do?" i said, not hugging her back. "you're being honest. for once." she teased, messing up the strip of hair left on my head. she hands me a cigarette, lighting it in the process. she does the same for herself. "you have his number?" darlene turns her face and exhales, careful not to blow it directly in my face. "yea. i think so." i reply, pulling out my phone. "call him."
i walk over to the corner where my computer is and select his contact. it rings for around 3 seconds, and he picks up. "bon soir, elliot! ça va mon ami?" he says. i don't understand what he's saying. "hi tyrell. i have something kind of important that i need to tell you." i can feel the sweat balling up on my forehead and the tears start to form. "what do you need? i'm always here to help, you know that, right?" he says. he can't see it coming, good.
"um. tyrell. i think i'm in love with you." i spit out. it feels good to get off my chest, but i'm terrified of what he'll say. the tears that had been forming start to roll down my face. darlene notices and runs to the bathroom. "oh. um. i'll be over in a few minutes." tyrell hangs up and darlene comes back with tissues. "thanks. i'm sorry you had to see that." i say, still crying. "it's okay. love is nerve-wracking. i know i felt like that when cisco asked my to marry him, but that's not helping, is it? sorry."
"no. it's fine. he said he's coming over. can you stay?" i ask. "yes. absolutely."