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Love is an empty word,

Polo sat on the ground,  helplessly. There was nothing  he could do.  He lost the one man he's ever loved to a woman from places unknown to him. He didn't  show any signs,  though.  Nothing that showed he was depressed, nothing that showed he wasn't happy.

It fills you with warmth, but can make you feel so cold,

The poor man just kept joking,  and joking,  and joking,  until eventually he wore everyone out. They grew tired of him,  and eventually  distanced themselves from him. He never spoke again.

Maybe that's why we acted the way we did,

Darco had been in his own world,  which resolved around one woman.  Kira. She was the light  in his realm of darkness. She was the only thing that ever mattered to him. Nothing else could bother him when she was around.  He was always happier with her around. He was so in love with her,  he never noticed Polo's attempts to be valid.

Darling you were with another, while I was all alone.

It was like Polo was shut out from Darco's mind. Darco,  one time while talking to Kira, had even asked Polo who he was.  Everyone took it as a joke. Polo didn't.

I was considered a joke. That's  what you  all thought. You never showed it, but I knew.

Kira always smiled,  because she was happy. She was with the man she loved. The man she will never let go. But there was something wrong, she could feel it. She never knew why she would randomly feel bad.  That was until one night, Polo approached her.

I knew you were happy. I could never take that away from you. So I wanted to take away what bothered you.

Everyone was sleep, and Kira was just getting up to go to sleep. Darco's advised her not to pull an all nighter.  She listened. As soon as she started walking towards her room,  something  tapped her back.

I spoke to her, hoping we could come to an understanding.  But she didn't like me.

"H-hey, Kira. I-I need to talk to you." Polo said,  quietly. Kira turned around,  taking a step back. Polo held one of his hands behind his back, he looked nervous. To be honest, Polo had always seemed creepy to her. Even before she had gotten together with Darco,  he would always sit in the corner and stare at things. He would act fidgety  around him, and not in a cutesy, "I'm in love" way. It was like he was going crazy. Or like he already had.

She misunderstood my words. She never gave me a chance to explain.

The two spoke for a while, but words became misunderstood. Kira didn't understand some of what Polo said, and took it as hostile jealousy.

I knew you all would never care if I died, I knew none of you would cry. So I excused myself.

Sick of the way he was cast aside, and sick of the way he was glared at, Polo excused himself. He said he was going to do something, but the others didn't  care much. The only one who was worried was Marco. Polo never leaves for as long as he did, and not say exactly where he was going.

Such a shame the only person who cared saw my distress and couldn't help. Realizing this, I helped myself. "If I can't die one way,  I'll die another." Those were my final words,  if you wanted to know.

The next few hours, Marco took it upon himself to find out where Polo went. When he did find him, Polo laid on the ground, covered in his own blood. The was a note in his right hand, and a bloody knife in his left.

The knife wasn't was killed me, no it only sped up the process. What killed me, was the hurt in my heart. I was already dead so long ago.

The way back home was filled with tears and sobs, as Marco carried Polo's lifeless body. The moment he stepped into the house, Red had asked if he had found Polo only to stop mid sentence. Red closed his eyes, hoping that this was just another one of Polo's dark humored jokes.

One of you will think this is a joke of mine. I hope you've figured by now it isn't.

If Kira hadn't felt bad before, she did after reading his letter. She wish she hadn't been so angry that night.  She wasn't upset at him, she was upset at herself for acting so reluctant to be around him. Marco wished he would have told the others what was wrong with Polo. He could've told everyone that he was depressed, and that he felt everyone was distancing themselves from him. Red felt everything was his fault. The reason that everyone wasn't talking to him because of his idea to give Polo a surprise party for his birthday. He told everyone not to talk to him too much, in fear they'd let it slip that they were having a party for him. Darco would deny it, constantly deluding himself into thinking this was just everyone pulling a joke on him. Sometimes, when he wasn't believing in said delusion, he would cry for hours, talking about how he had lost another friend because of his carelessness. If only he saw the signs.

I think this letter is too long, so I'm ending it here. I hope you all will feel better knowing your burden is gone. Anyways, goodbye to you all. Even if you never cared about me, I cared about you all.

Goodbye,
Your worthless burden.