~Kat's POV~

I sighed, tapping my foot as I rested behind the counter of the coffee shop.

Sometimes I hate knowing it all.

Knowing the 'plot'.

He's going to hurt her- emotionally or physically- I can't tell.

She's going to do something drastic.

And me?

I'm just here.

A plot driver.

The wild, goofy friend.

Nothing more.

The bell tinkled, and I looked up- only to groan.

"Dark-" I stood up, crossing my arms. He wasn't supposed to be here.

"Kat?" He looked surprised, to say the least.

"Oh- were you looking for me?" I leaned against the counter, motioning him over, still mad.

"Yeah.." He walked over, usual suit replaced with a black hoodie and black pants.

"Emo much?" I gestured to his clothing.

"It's better than walking around in a suit." He raised one hand, flipping me off.

I flipped him off without even flinching.

"Hmmph."

"Why do you need me?" I raised my eyebrows, shifting slightly.

"Well....I finally found them." There was a sparkle in his eye; his voice became more exuberant.

"Really?" I was in shock. He had been trying for so long to find his reader, and now...

"Well, who is it?"

"(BF/N)! I was surprised too- but I don't care- I'm finally not fucking single." He got more animated, using his hands and gesturing around.

I grinned at his happiness- but a part of me seemed to know.

He won't have his significant other for much longer.

He gives himself too much hope.

Dark needs to stop letting himself hope so much.

Hope is the false truth.

It eventually is broken.

Like a promise.

{{here-

Bye my Squips and Bye Y'all!~}}