Almost

AN: SPOILERS ahead, please watch all of YJ first!

Moving on, the warnings: Mention of death, sad stuff, heart break, don't read if you get depressed easily, sad stuff, etc.

So yeah. I'm sorry. :,)

The moment was still fresh in his mind. After all the years that had passed, somehow, that memory stayed.

Dick glanced down at the small box in his hands, a small smile playing on his lips. He finally looked up again to the door before him.

Just knock, he told himself. He swallowed, wondering yet again whether or not this was a good idea. He quickly reached forward, before he could stop himself, and knocked a few times.

Somehow, the moment was familiar.

It was like the first time, all over again. The first time Wally had opened the door to him, the first time Dick went to Wally's home, the first friend Dick ever had, his first best friend...his first crush.

The door suddenly opened, snapping Dick back from memory lane, and there stood Wally.

Dick held the box at his side, close, so Wally wouldn't notice it. How does one go about this?

That was when Wally spoke, "What's up?"

Dick glanced away and cleared his throat a little, then he heard someone else.

"You okay?"

Turning quickly, he stared at Artemis who stood at Wally's side. Were they together? Dick had wondered that a lot through out the day. They never said were, so...

At that moment, Wally spoke again, "Cat got your tongue? Me and Artemis were just about to head out, so if this is mission related, can it wait?"

The words "head out" quickly caught Dick's attention. He glanced them both over. Wally and her were wearing fairly nice clothes. That was it then.

Wally and her were together.

The box in his hand suddenly felt too heavy, yet worthless, all at once.

He found himself nodding though, "It can wait," he mumbled quickly, then he turned and started walking.

Tears made his vision blurry, and he kept his eyes on the ground. He had expected this. So why was it so hard?

Maybe it was because he had built this moment up in his mind? He had imagined all the ways it could have gone, had dreamed of the moment for much too long.

"I love you," he would have said, almost too quiet to hear, and then Wally would stare, shocked, then he would smile, laughing and say...no...Dick couldn't imagine it now. Instead he imagined a confused, disgusted Wally, glaring at him, yelling things, Artemis at his side, eyes on fire with hatred.

That moment had been so long ago, though. Dick had been so young, so stupid, so... Well, there was nothing he could do about it now.

He glanced down at the note in his hand, words scribbled in Wally's hand writing:

If you're reading this, then I'm probably dead. I've tried so many times to write you a letter, or send you a text, or tell you about how I feel, but nothing's worked, and I dunno, maybe that's for the best.

Dick, for the longest time, I hav-

Look, I know we're friends, and I'm fine with that. Heck, as long as I'm by your side, we could even be like, I dunno, rivals or something. Off topic.

What I'm trying to tell you is, despite us just being friends, my feelings for you are so much deeper than just that.

I'm fine with just being friends, though, honestly!

But I l-o-v-e you.

Don't hate me?

Dick sighed.

"I love you, too."

AN: Yeah. Sorry. My sister and I came up with the main idea when we were listening to some music, and we both decided to write our own stories for it. I have yet to read hers yet, so both of ours will be different, plus we hadn't talked about the ending, I added that part in myself.

Be sure to check hers out, if you would like to cry some more!