Disclaimer: I'm not a medical expert so my story here is based on some google research. I sincerely apologize in advance if my writing is not accurate and if it hurts anyone's feeling. Please don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. Thank you.

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Dear diary,

How are you going to spend your life when you know your days are numbered?

Could you still smile and laugh comfortably like nothing happens?

"Hey, be careful, that hurts!" A look of sheer pain crossed Laxus' face as the tip of the needle pierced the skin. He had blood on his forehead and his lip was split on the right side that he could taste the blood. He didn't realize how hurt it was during the fight against a group of boys from another school; it must be his adrenaline that took over him. He was lucky to get away when the security from the school came along, but then he was suspended from the school for a week due to the fight.

"I'm sorry, but I'm almost done," the school nurse said. She sounded annoyed and didn't seem that she was sorry at all.

"Yeah, whatever, just get it done, and I need to go home," said Laxus, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I still left my notebook in my desk," he murmured. It's not that he was going to read the book during suspension. But his notebook was filled with his drawing, and he disliked the idea of people seeing his drawing. It's invasion of privacy, he believed.

After finished being treated in school infirmary, Laxus went back to his classroom, and he was surprised when he saw Mirajane stood near his desk, looking up to the blue sky . What she is doing at this hour, all students already left, he wondered. His eyes widened when he saw tearsrolling down her cheeks.

Realizing that somebody was watching over her, she instantly wiped away her tears. The corner of her lips curled up into a smile. "Laxus, what are you doing at this hour? Everyone already left," she said softly.

"Same question with you," he answered plainly. Even though he didn't really care why she was not leaving yet.

"Nothing. I just don't feel like going home."

"Oh," Laxus said, taking his notebook in his desk without looking at her.

Her eyes widened when she examined his face and realized his forehead was wounded. "What happened? Are you alright?" she asked in concerned tone as she gently touched his face.

Laxus slapped her hands and said, "I'm alright. I'm leaving now."

She smiled again and even let out a small chuckle. "Oh alright, be careful then."

Laxus nodded and left her.

Mirajane Strauss. She's the class representative. She's a very popular, likeable person in his class. She's very gentle, friendly and slow to anger. She's the type of person that all female students want to be friends with, and the type of dream woman that male students are longing for. Teachers also fell head over heels for her. Laxus also wondered sometimes, how a tiny woman like her could have so much energy, and positive vibe. She never failed to brighten up the room with her contagious smile and affirming attitude. But Laxus didn't care so much. For him everyone in that classroom was the same. They were just wearing the masks to cover their weakness and pretended to be anything that the world wanted them to be. They were weak and stupid. And he was not interested in getting along with weaklings.

For him every day was also the same. Just another meaningless day went by. He often wondered, what his purpose in life was. Was it just going to school every day, achieving good grades, getting into the best university, and securing a prestigious job, then what? Lived the life just to fulfil his father's selfish desire? Just to be the same with the rest of people in the world?

As Laxus got home, he laid on bed. He lazily opened the notebook that he just took, and his eyes widened. The cover of the notebook was the same, but instead of looking at his drawing, he found a lot of writing, and it was not his handwriting. It was not his notebook!

He then got up to look at the content.

Dear diary,

Birth and death. It's funny how I started crying the day I was born. I knew I must be crying because I was so happy that my mom chose life. I always believe that my life has a purpose. Until today when I discover that I have leukemia. Leukemia. This is death sentence to my ears. I watched with my own eyes when my grandmother was suffering from this deadly disease and died because of it.

I was crying my eyes out for hours. I lost my appetite and I just wanted to lock myself in the room. I cannot help but wondering, why do I have to live with this disease? Why me God? I'm only seventeen for fuck sake. There are so many things I want to do in life and there are so many dreams that I want to achieve! How dare fate takes it away from me? Fate. I just cannot accept it when people say it's my fate to live with leukemia. I just can't!

Laxus closed the book as he took deep breaths. He noticed his hands were shaking, and not wanting to believe what he was just reading. He should have not read the book that didn't belong to him anyway—but he was curious to whom the book belonged. He decided to peek the front page, and his eyes widened as he read the name. Mirajane Strauss.