This is my second fanfiction and first finished. It's also my first English text which is not an exercise for lesson or something similar.
The story is short and simple and actually was created only because I suddenly felt I had to write something in English to be happier.
And maybe during reading this fic you will be also happier, just a little.
The letter
'Dear Yuu'
Lavi looked at the just written heading on a pure sheet and slowly twisted his head. It wasn't it, he couldn't find the right words to begin – and beginning was always the worst part, he knew that. Finding two or three good words, one phrase which would explain every important feeling, finding anything what would make sense was too difficult, he realized it that sleepless night when he was sitting in a library and trying to write his first love letter.
Complete disaster, he understood that simple fact about third o'clock. The only thing he made up were these two words, these 'Dear Yuu'. The only excuse was that 'Yuu' became now the most important word in Lavi's dictionary and 'dear' fitted here.
But what after these 'Dear Yuu'? He had no idea.
He wanted to write about this strange, unknowing feeling which appeared one day – feeling which was always forcing him to talk to Kanda (not with Kanda because Kanda usually didn't want to talk so Lavi had a choice: monologue or silence); feeling which was forcing him to spend time in the same places where Kanda was, to look at Yuu, to think about him, to dream about him, to touch him from time to time (never mind how painful the punishment would be). He wanted to describe it all, describe so honestly, properly and deeply as possible. He needed that letter – because it wasn't a letter which Kanda should see, it was a little bit of paper only for Lavi's eye. But it didn't mean that two words were enough.
It was almost six o'clock when Lavi decided to give up. He couldn't write this kind of letter and he couldn't describe this kind of feelings. However, he didn't want to give up completely – if there was no love letter, there would be at least a simple letter. A short note. Few words. These few words which existed inside him, in his mind. Five words he had to write. Only for himself.
'Dear Yuu
I love you.'
It was half past six when Lavi realized he was a genius. It was it – it was enough – it was everything he needed. These were the right, proper and deep words – no explaining, no describing, nothing like that. Only the five words – and the letter was perfect.
It was seven past eight when Lavi felt it could be not enough – when he felt that a perfect letter needed more than one person, more than an author. It needed someone else, a recipient, a reader. Needed this same what Lavi needed – needed Yuu.
It was quarter to nine when the young Bookman made up his mind. He put the letter – one of the shortest love letters in the world – on a table and took the nearest book. With his eye closed he opened the book and touched the paper.
If the number of letters in a word he blindly chose is even, as 'no' and 'Lavi' are even, he will keep the sheet with 'Dear Yuu' for himself. If the number of letters is odd, as 'yes' and 'Yuu' are odd, the paper will change the owner.
It was a risk, a risky, senseless and maybe stupid idea, Lavi knew that. But he has already chosen the word.
And he opened his eye.