I wasn't harassing you.

I was trying to say sorry.

I hate everything about this.

This feud.

This feud, with every single one of us in the balance.

About to be ripped to shreds.

I understand now.

The world belongs to everybody.

A single person cannot hold everything together.

We can't let everything we've built up, crumble because of this.

I don't feel like that anymore.

I don't want to fight.

I don't want this.

I never wanted this.

I missed the old days.

The days where I was allowed to look at you.

To join your conversations.

The days where I felt no guilt or stupidity hanging over my head, or the others that cared for me during this time.

I still remember. Vividly.

2016.

Walking down the hill.

With low-quality fedoras and fake cigarettes.

Listening to music.

That was a good time.

A time that seems to be forgotten.

We can't let this happen.

All of our good ideas.

All of our hopes.

Dreams.

Wishes.

We can't let them be swept away, just like that.

I want us to be friends again.

I want to see all the things we create.

All the things that we think of.

Together.

We are the things that hold this group together.

I don't feel jealous, anymore.

I never did.

I just missed you.

Missed everything that happened.

That last day of Year 8.

We were best friends.

We went to Upper Site.

And a few weeks later, snap.

You're gone.

I didn't take it very well.

But I understand now.

I'm sorry for judging you and your choices.

Can't this just be over?

Can't we just be friends again?

I'm always afraid to talk to you, as soon as you walk in, now.

Why does this have to happen?

I'm always more confident on the Internet.

All the things I said that ruined you were because of my ignorance, and my ignorance alone.

Everyone on the Internet seems to be cloaked in shadow, their truth hidden away.

They become more enigmatic, you might say.

I'm sorry. Can't we end this?

Can't I see you again?