Dear diary,

Ignorance is bliss.

If only I could turn back time, I would rather stay at home and endure with all the excruciating physical pain. Physical pain might be destructive, but it will fade away. But emotional pain; the pressure of living under the cloud of fear and anxiety will never go away and it is killing me, slowly.

I'd rather live without knowing I have this disease.

The sun was up and when his lids opened, the brightness blinded him. He blinked, let his eyes adjust, turned away from the sun and opened them again. He was staring at her notebook that he put next to him. He decided not read the rest of the book last night. He didn't need to know her life. It wasn't any of his business what she wanted to do with her life.

Yet, the curiosity inside him swelled.

He knew he shouldn't be indulging his curiosity, but he couldn't help it.

Ok, just scan the first page, he promised to himself.

He opened the book and he began to scan her writing.

Dear diary,

Today is my first day of the third year! I'm so excited since this is our final year in high school, then after that we will be in the university. Some of us would go to work instead of going for the university. But there is one person that I don't know what he's going to do after high school.

Laxus Dreyar.

I'm surprised that we are being classmates again for three years in a row. He doesn't talk much and I've barely seen him interacting with any other students. He used to, in the first year, especially with Bickslow. I heard they were good friends in middle school. But then I don't know what happened. After first couple of months, they were no longer talking.

They acted like they didn't know one another, and he began to change.

He only talked to others when necessary, and he often skipped the class.

He seemed to enjoy being alone. But when I caught him looking at me with those piercing blue eyes, I felt like he was longing for something, but I wasn't sure what that was.

Laxus scoffed, and closed the book instantly. "What a waste of time, reading a trash," he murmured. She acted as if she could read him despite the fact that they had never talked. Or maybe she did read him, and he just didn't want to admit that she was right. He didn't feel like he was fit in with everyone in the class. He didn't think he was belonged there. Ironically, he didn't know anywhere else he would feel more comfortable.

He went down to the living room and poured water into his glass.

"Why are you still in your shirt? You'll be late to school," said Ivan, putting on his glasses and staring at his son.

"I'm being suspended for a week," Laxus answered shortly.

Ivan sighed, "This has happened for the second time this semester. Do you seriously want to get expelled from school?"

Laxus didn't answer. Instead, he was just drinking his glass of water and heading upstairs to his room.

"Laxus, it's only five months away from graduation. You'd better take your school seriously."

"I know."

Before Ivan could say anything, the bell rang and they both could hear someone knocking at the door.

Laxus rolled his eyes and went to open the front door without peeking who the guest was.

It was Mirajane Strauss.

"Good morning Laxus, did you take my notebook yesterday by mistake?" She asked softly.

Laxus nodded. "Wait here, I'll grab it for you."

He then went upstairs to take her notebook and he went to meet her afterwards.

"Did you have my notebook?" Laxus asked, handing her the book.

Mirajane nodded, and gave him his book.

"Ok thanks." As Laxus was about to close the door, Mirajane was quick to push her foot in to stop him.

"D-did you read my diary?" She asked cautiously, examining his face closely.

"Yes, only few paragraph though," he answered nonchalantly.

"Which one?"

"That you have leukemia."

Laxus was surprised when Mirajane held his hands. "Please don't tell anyone in class," she begged.

Laxus raised his brow, and he answered nonchalantly, "I won't. That's none of my business anyway."

She didn't know if she should be relieved or hurt by his bluntness. She knew that he didn't mean to hurt her, but his words stung.

Still embarrassed by his bluntness, she flushed, yet she still managed to thank him. "Thank you, Laxus. Your drawings are stunning and they look so real."

Embarrassment stained his cheeks in pink and he began to stutter. "Y-you saw my drawings?"

She giggled at the sight of him flushing. "You know that you shouldn't peek at a person's diary too, don't you?"

Laxus scoffed. "Yeah, sorry for that," he said flatly.

"No, it's fine. At least I get to see your drawing. Anyway, I have to go to school now before I'm late," she said glancing over her watch.

"Anyway Laxus, I'm truly amazed at your drawing. Thank you for drawing me," she said with a smile and left. Her smile was so enormous and genuine; a smile that he no longer thought she was capable of. He was so drawn in her smile that it took him few minutes until he realized what she had just told him before she left, "Thank you for drawing me."

"Oh no don't tell me—"

He couldn't even finish his words as he quickly flipped it open to the first page.

He made a dozen tiny drawings of her on the first sheet of paper. Mostly from behind. Because he used to sit in the back during the first year and she used to sit at the front row. The sight of these suddenly brought him back the memory when they were still first year students. The first time he saw her, he was mesmerized by her soft voice and beauty. But since he couldn't bring himself to say anything to her, he was just drawing her secretly from behind.

He realized how much he had changed since first year. He had tasted the bitterness of betrayal, and he came to conclusion that he couldn't trust anyone else, but himself. He decided he'd better off alone, and he'd been avoiding intimacy with anyone since his incident with Bickslow.

He then remembered her words. "Please don't tell anyone in class." And the sound of her giggle when she saw him slightly blushing. He couldn't help, but wondering how she could still smile at him despite him giving her the cold shoulder.

A/N: I can't believe I spent hours for this short chapter, and I'm still disappointed with this chapter. It's just hard to write a complicated character like Laxus, but I do hope you still enjoy the story.