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I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think
Please read only if you feel comfortable enough.
When you fall....
"I'll catch you, (Name)!" The pink-haired boy exclaimed, giving you a grin. It was always a kind, charming grin. You loved it so much. Though you and him were only little kids at the time, you held the promise deep in your heart. On your desk in your apartment were letters to everyone you knew and cared for. The only one missing a letter, was Natsu. You wanted to tell him in person, but things didn't go as planned.
He turned around, his smile growing bigger when he saw it was you. "Hey, (Name)! What's up?" He always sounded so optimistic, you wondered how he could smile. You sucked in a deep breath, an d looked at him in the eye. "Natsu, I-"
"Natsu! Hurry!" Lucy called, Erza, Happy, and Gray at her side. Natsu nodded to Lucy and looked back at you, "Sorry about that, (Name)! We're going to go check out some of the shops today. You wanna come w