onehelloflevi

 This was his limit. There was nothing he could do. He was getting sick of this, staring at the four walls of his hospital room, doing nothing. He hated that there were plenty of time to think about his previous life, swimming, his friends, and you. The letters you wrote for him were stacked neatly on his bedside table. He would read them over and over again until your words were engraved on his mind. You would tell him stories about your life and school and how you wish he was back in Japan, sharing those memories with you. He never responded even once because if he does, then it would be a lie and he couldn’t lie to you anymore. Bu

It was that time of the year again. The surroundings smelled sweet and light as cherry blossoms danced in the air. Times like this, that you were thankful – thankful that you were able to see the pink petals as they fluttered, thankful that you were able to breathe their scent, thankful that you were alive. Living in this world you were in, being able to see these ephemeral flowers bloom every spring gives you hope. They remind you to stay strong and live for another year. “I thought that you’d be here...” You knew that voice all too well. You didn’t bother to look, lips curling up in a smile. "Were you lookin

Large droplets of water poured from above, just as you were on your way home. You forgot your umbrella in your locker and the school was too far to return for your umbrella, anyway. You ran down the street, looking for shelter from the rain. When you’ve finally found a waiting shed, your clothes were already soaking wet, its material clinging to your skin. You shivered slightly as a cold wind brushed through you. “Ah-choo.” You looked up. The skies above were still dark. It doesn’t look like the rain’s going to stop soon. “Ah-choo.” Great. It looks like you’ll be catching a cold. “[N

Your eyes searched frantically for them. You were five minutes late and even though you apologized to them through text, you couldn’t let them wait for you any longer. You stretched your neck and stood at your tippy toes to get a better look at the people. The amusement park was jam-packed today, making it hard to search for them. Then you saw him. Makoto was staring intently at his phone and then he looked around as if searching for someone too. You ran towards him, bumping with some people along the way, muttering a “sorry” to everyone of them. Just then, Makoto noticed you and gave you a smile, waving his hand a little.

Her cold fingers slid down to your chin. She tilted your head up.    “You’re just a child”            “I’ll let you live...                        If you promise not to speak of this to anyone...” Everything was painted with white. Cold winds pounded on you, trying to knock you down. A sigh of relief left your lips as you saw the silhouette of your home. Clutching the firewood you gathered, you hurried inside. You rushed to the fireplace and immediately started a fire. You scooted closer to the warmth, putting your hands near the fire. You flexed your numb fingers, loving the feeling of them coming b

Today was your son's first day at school. You want everything to be perfect so you woke up at around 4 a.m. to prepare. You double-checked everything he needed; lunch, school stuffs like his uniform, pencils, paper, etc. You also cooked bacons, eggs, franks and burgers so that he could choose whatever he wants for breakfast. "Breakfast is ready!" Levi was the first to come down. He placed his hand on the small of you back, pulling you to him and pressing his lips onto yours. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead to yours and mumbled a "good morning". "Mom. How do I put this on?" You looked behind Levi to see your son, Eren, the tie o

[A/N: I suggest you read Part 1 first but if you don't want to, it's okay, I think. Moving on. Enjoy reading] You had just finished preparing everything you would bring in your secret place. Cookies - check. Cup - check. Tea - check. You could leave anything behind except for tea. Your smile widened at the thought of the kitsune. You were visiting your secret place more often, bringing along different kinds of tea. He seemed to like every one of them. The pleased expression that washes over his face as he sipped on his tea was priceless, his ears perking and twitching every time. You panted as you reached the familiar place. You were runn

The red numbers on the clock flashed 12:25. You shouldn't have watched that horror movie. You should've just gone with Makoto when he invited you to take a walk in the park. And now this was what you got. You couldn't sleep. Haunting images of ghosts, blood, decaying corpses and observing dead eyes filled your mind. You clutched your blanket tighter but when you heard a creaking noise, you leapt up to your feet and for some reason, dragged yourself in the direction of your flatmate's room. You opened the door as silently as you can. Entering slowly as to not make any sound, you stood by the door and watched Makoto sleep. You would be sleepi

You sat on the bench outside the museum. There was no one around. This was the perfect place. You swallowed hard, your heart beating so fast and so loud that you could almost hear it. Your eyes scanned the words written on your cheat sheet, memorizing every single detail on it. You breathed heavily, trying to ease your nervousness. You forced a smile to your face."I'm [Name] and I will be your tour assistant for today." “Nice to meet you, [Name]” you heard someone say behind you. You almost jumped from your seat. “Bertholdt. It was just you.” Relieved that it was no stranger, you patted the seat next to you. “

Ever since he moved in to his new house, good things kept on happening to him. He even had a big promotion on his job but he couldn’t shake that feeling off, like someone was watching his every move. What bothered him the most was that he felt most vulnerable when he was at home. Shouldn't people feel safe when they're at the comfort of their own homes? Sometimes, he would hear footsteps, light but still audible and when he would check the room, he would found no one. There were also instances of missing food particularly sweets. At night, he would sleep with a pillow on his head but when he woke up the next morning, he would find it o