Journal #7

March 22nd 2070

It's over. Today, I passed away, alone, staring at a picture of him. The doctors say it was a heart-attack but that's not true. It was just that I realized something. I realized that he was never coming back and that I was waiting for nothing. The realization hit me and that's when it happened. When I was suddenly lying on the floor, dead, cold… Lonely. It's over and yet… I still love him and I never got to tell him that… And I'm guessing I never will…

My name is Allen Walker and I died at age 88 without telling Lavi Bookman that I love him. And now, I will never get to.

A/N: This is it… Hope you enjoyed! I love hearing from you guys, just so you know! Have a nice day and or night, kind sir and or madam!

Goodbye, my minions~!