The legendary assassin, The Black Cat, had struck again. This time, his target was one of my best friends. I couldn't forgive him! Could I? I mean, could I really forgive an assassin, trained to kill, for killing my best friend, practically my brother!? Could I? I should've known. I can't stay mad at people for very long. Little did I know, I was on the path to meet this very same assassin. That very night, I would once again, disappoint my parents. That day was another cold and rainy one, I watched sullenly from my window as they carried Steven's body from his house, down the block to the car. I was surprised to feel the wetness on my cheeks. I wasn't one to cry. My forehead fell against the glass, and for once in my life, I freely broke down into tears. I cried for nearly an hour. I finally brought myself off my bed. My face was tear stained, and my blond hair was a total mess. I went to the bathroom and fixed as much as I could before heading downstairs for breakfast, only to find, no one was home. No one had been home all night. I found food and then stepped out on the porch into the light drizzle again. This time however, I was barefoot, and in my pjs. The rain washed into the fresh tears pouring down my cheeks as I looked over at Steven's house. My knees crumpled beneath me and I sat on the wet steps. There I remained until Steven's parents found me.
"Steven wouldn't want tears to be shed." Steven's mother said kindly.
"I never called him back last night. I told him I would call back, but instead I text him." I buried my face in my hands and felt a warm hand on my freezing shoulder.
"Steven was happy. He knew you loved him dearly. He was ready to tell you how he felt, but thankfully, he wrote a note." Steven's mother said handing me a notebook. It was the notebook I had bought him a few years back. I opened it and saw on the first page, a gorgeous drawing of me smiling broadly. In the drawing my hair was tied back and my face was dirt smeared and yet I was smiling. I turned to the next page and read.
Lucy,
When you get this, it either means I've left, or I have finally become brave. For a long time now, I've admired you from close by, but you never seemed to notice. I've always loved you. From a young age. You've been more beautiful than Aphrodite herself. I've loved you, and my heart has ached to tell you, but I couldn't the time wasn't right. I love you dearly Lucy. Stay strong. Live on. Never forget those that have passed, but don't linger on them. I love you.
Steven
The sob shook my body. A single tear left my eyes. I closed the notebook and stood up. I knew what I had to do. This is what Steven would want. I must keep moving forward. I must not stop and remember, but I also mustn't forget. I stood up and thanked Steven's parents. I walked inside, went to my room. Still carrying the notebook I packed a bag, pulled the gun and the specially designed holster out, and strapped it to my thigh. I picked up the bag and walked to the door. My parents walked in right as I reached the door. They studied me, and my father, without saying anything, stood aside. I walked out the door for the last time. As I stepped through the door, leaving behind everything I had ever known, the legendary Black Cat was thinking about resigning from the Chrono's Numbers, everything he had ever known. I walked away from my home, my only home, where I had truly belonged.