Dear Levi
Summary: This is a story that was written by a boy who suffered from idiopathic aplastic anemia in his diary. A story about a person his curious mind observed through the window of his room.
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The book in your hand is the property of Eren Yeager. It contains a chain of stories he wrote using a black ink pen, a gift from his father, under the light of a desk lamp, when the whole world has already asleep, blanketed with the starry night sky. The story of a sickly boy who dreams to be free finally finds his love through the window of his room.
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Dear you,
That afternoon was just the same as usual. The sky was cloudless, its blue color appeared flawless as ever. As usual, I played the piano while listening to the music through my favorite white headphone. This time, I tried to make my cover version of an opening song of my favorite anime. Did you watch anime? Most likely not.
I was about to finish the chorus when I heard a rustling sound from the vacant house across from my house. I never left the house; thus, I never got much information about the outside world. So, I was a little surprised to see the house which had been vacant for five years was eventually sold.
I poked my head out of the window. I saw you lifted three large boxes with ease and walked lazily toward the gate at the left side of the house, across from my window. I thought you were a very strong person. I was sure if it were me I'd have broken some of my bones. When I shifted my eyes toward your face, our eyes met. I felt like your cold blue-gray eyes were sending sharp daggers to my eyes because of your too intense gaze. Had you been watching me all this time? I wanted to look away, but somehow my eyes didn't want to obey me. I got goosebumps, my breath hitched, and my heart's rate quickened. What was wrong with me? Did my anemia decide to act up now of all time? I felt lightheaded. As I held my head in my hands, I heard you dropped the boxes and your eyes narrowed slightly. I didn't know why you looked so worried, even though you just met me? We didn't even know each other.
Ah. I know. You felt sorry for me, right? I didn't need your pity. That emotion was just going to make me looked weak. I hated being weak and I didn't want to be looked down upon. Although my disease had ruined my body, I still would struggle to not look weak. When my headache finally subsided, I glared with all of my might at you and closed the window with too much force it nearly fell off from the hinge.
But, you know? Somehow, after I closed the window, regret crept up into my heart. Although I didn't want to admit it, I still wanted to look at you. I had no idea why. When I put my hand over my heart, I felt the quick pace of my heartbeat, the fastest I had had in my life.
Tell me, what had you done to me?
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(= RnR =)
