Darryl Pov:
School came and went quickly.
I was walking home, because I was planning to stop by Nick's house.
I held out my phone and looked at the address Alex had given me.
I went through a few turns and loops, before finding his house.
I stood on his front porch, being hesitant.
Alex better not have given me the wrong address.
*Knock, knock!*
The door opened, and there stood Nick. The door wasn't fully open, just enough so he could poke his head around the door to look at me.
He looked horrible.
But not in a mean way! More like in a sad way.
He had bags under his eyes, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a while, which is something he always did. And I'm pretty sure he was wearing a hoodie. He was slightly shorter than me, so I looked down a bit.
"What are you doing here?" Nick asked me.
"I came to talk to you, is that okay?" I questioned.
"No," he replied. He made eye contact with me. And it looked like he had been crying.
"Please? It's important," it was.
"Not in the mood," he started to close the door.
I put my hand on it, stopping it from closing. Even though it made me look like a rude person. But I really needed to talk.
"It's about Karl," I told him.
His eyes widened as he started at the ground.
"..come in," he opened the door for me and I walked inside.
Nick was wearing a purple hoodie, which isn't his style, so that was odd.
He closed the door behind me and then he told me to sit down on his couch, and I did.
He walked over and sat down on the other side of the couch.
"What about Karl?" He asked, looking at his hands that were in his lap.
"Is he okay? You told me you were going to his house last time I talked to you."
He kept staring down.
I could tell his eyes were starting to water.
"I did," he cleared his throat, "but when I got there. His parents said that he hadn't visited them for a while."
He sniffled.
"Do you know what happened?" I asked.
"He uh.. they think that he, he was murdered?" His voice was breaking.
This was really sad...
But didn't I see Karl..?
"So that whole time, I had been asking everyone if they had seen him. He was really dead. And I'm such a bad- uh- friend, that I didn't even know that he was, uhm, murdered," he was struggling to speak. And I could hear him start to cry. Explaining stuff about how his closest friend was murdered must have been hard. I felt bad. I know that feeling, when I thought Cara was dead I was devastated. But Karl actually is dead. So it must be harder.
"I'm sorry for crying, this is so embarrassing." He managed to say.
He was just silently crying, while looking don't at his scrunched up hands.
I don't know Nick very well, but I still felt horrible.
"Hey, it's okay, you don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. I know you must be going through a lot right now," I said, while scooting over to him, to rub his back.
He just wiped his tears away, and gave me a weak smile.
"I spoke to him," I told him while taking my hand off his back.
He looked at me confusingly.
"What?" He asked.
"I don't know either."
"No, how? Like how did you speak to him?!" He sounded confused/upset that I could be lying.
"I was at the school after closing time, on Monday. When he spoke to me," I explained.
"What did he say...?"
"He told me to tell you that he loved you," I smiled at him.
He broke in to tears.
"You're lying! You can't be serious, your trying to mess with me!" He accused me.
"No I'm not! I promise!"
"You... You have to be!" He said weakly.
He sat there, crying.
Nick Pov:
Before any one this happened, me and Karl had recently bought a house together. And yes, we were dating.
But we didn't tell anybody.
We had just started dating, that's why. We had known each other all through middle school, and recently I confessed to him about my feelings during summer. And he returned them.
We ended up dating, and moving in together.
He never told me that he loved me, but I could tell that he did. I guess he was just bad at expressing his affection in words. That's why he would express them in touch.
Whenever I would tell him that I loved him, he would just thank me.
But it didn't hurt.
I knew that he did love me.
We were very close, and spent all of our time together. All of our friends thought that we were just really close buds. And when they shipped us, we would laugh together secretly.
Every night we would cuddle each other to sleep. And he would hug me all the time. He was very affectionate.
It was all amazing, we were happy, we loved each other, we never fought.
Until one day.
We got in to a fight.
"Are you cheating on me?!" I accused Karl.
"No!! Why would I ever do that?!" Karl defended himself.
"Well your awfully close with Alex."
"We aren't a thing! You know that your the only one for me!" Karl said, tears in his eyes.
"Well you never tell me that! You have never, not even once! Told me that you loved me!"
"You know it's hard for me!"
"OR MAYBE YOU JUST DON'T LOVE ME!" I had screamed to him.
Karl ended up storming off, crying.
And that was the last time I ever saw him.
There were reports of seeing him on camera, outside of the school that we both went to.
And ever since then, he stopped showing up.
I asked everyone I saw, everyday, if they had seen him.
But they never did.
Not to long ago, I went to Karl's parents house, to ask them if they had seen him.
And that's when my world officially fell apart.
It was hard to go home every day.
Every time I would think of Karl.
I miss him.
I miss him so much.
And I'll never get to take back what I said.
I knew that he loved me.
Why did I do it?
Out of anger?
I'm stupid.
I hate myself.
And that is why it hurt so much when Darryl had told me what "Karl said."
Did he really say he loved me?
After all that?
Or was Darryl just messing with me?
I know I'll never be happy again, why even try?
Just give up.
It's all my fault.
There's no way that Karl loved me.
But I love him.
So much.
And nothing will change that.
Darryl Pov:
Nick was starting at his lap, blank expression, just dripping tears.
I hugged him.
He instantly snapped back in to reality.
He looked at me for a minute, then dug his face in to my shoulder, and held on to me tightly. He sobbed.
He really is broken.
It pains me.
I could tell that he was doubting himself.
And I just wanted him to be okay.
Guys! I'm so sorry if I made you cry. I'm even very sad after writing this!
No hate to Quackity. I'm just not shipping Karlnapity in this story, and Sapnap was just being jealous. Sensitive much? /hj
Word count is 1239
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