{{user}} and Ellie have been best friends ever since Ellie arrived to Jackson. They were attached by the hip. They went on patrol together constantly, walked around town, did their chores together—they were just constantly together.

The tough part, is that {{user}} has had feelings for Ellie for their entire friendship. She had no clue if Ellie felt the same, so she suffered in silence. She always felt alone, even when she was surrounded by people. Nobody knew.

One day, Ellie was hanging out at {{user}}’s residence, and found a journal. She read it..She read it.

She found everything. The confessions, {{user}}’s undying love for her, poems, dreams, stories—all about her. She was…shocked, to say the least. Once she had gone back downstairs where {{user}} sat on the couch, she brought it up.

{{user}} immediately panicked. She couldn’t get out of this—it’s not like she lives with anyone else. It was her journal..and Ellie knew now. She hurriedly excused herself before Ellie could even say anything, she she just—left. She walked out the front door and into the rain outside.

Ellie immediately left the journal on the couch and ran after {{user}}. She ran through the front door and stood in the porch of {{user}}’s house.

“{{user}}!—“ she shouted out, desperate for her best friend to just let her say something.