My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

Communist Manifesto

"Alright guys, stay safe." You wave and close your laptop only to drop your head on your desk and let out a tired groan.

Life was so boring these days and nothing was making it any better, your job was pulling both your arms in either direction to try and keep all hands on deck.

To be honest, you had lost all motivation for writing. You were in the sports section for the New York Times and people relied on you. But no sports were happening anymore so you were thrusted into the new 'COVID department'.

It was hell to say the least and none of your family lived near you so you were pretty secluded.

It had been a month since everything really shut down and you haven't left your house unless you were letting your dog, Clyde, chill outside but taking him for walks wasn't something that was condoned by your doctor.

You had checkups with her every week on Monday at 2:00pm. You were at high risk even though you were young but your lungs couldn't be able to handle the virus if you caught it.

Your dog, Clyde, was scratching at your door and you forgot you were still sulking at your desk, after letting him in he was super high energy, barking and yapping. After getting his harness on you slipped on some runners and thought today I'll take him for a real walk.

The sun was super vibrant and the streets were dead, no one was outside and all the stores had closed, it seem very post-apocalyptic but you knew people weren't dead.

Clyde couldn't be more happier to finally be outside, the walk was shorter then normal but it didn't seem like he cared that much.

With people walking down the streets you would always fix your mask and try and avoid getting anywhere near then which was hard when you have a dog that wants all the attention.

There was a lot of awkward apologies and 'bad dogs' being thrown around but, in the end it was nice to feel the sun for once.

You opened your gate and made your ways up the few stairs to your house, it was tiny but it worked. There was a Amazon package at the front which was weird because you weren't waiting on anything.

There wasn't a address on the outside which was also weird, you were starting to think it was a bomb and it felt like a book, maybe that's what they want you to think...?

You took it inside and quickly opened it, a sheet fell on the floor while you pulled out the Communist Manifesto, which caused you to double over laughing. That was the first time you laughed in a while, you picked up the little sheet and turns out your neighbour had bought the book.

The neighbour was the house to your right if you were looking from the side walk, the way these houses were built so many years ago was very weird. There was a window on your right wall which was over your couch (if you are looking from the side walk) that looks into this man's house, right into their kitchen because he also had a window but his is in front of his sink in his kitchen while yours is across the room. His left wall and your right wall have windows that line up perfectly so you could see most of each others house, to sum it up.

There were so many times where you would make eye contact and wave but never look through the window again, you had thought of getting blinds or something but the house was so old the frame for the window didn't work with any of the new blinds.

Clyde would jump up on the couch and bark at this man while he made dinner, he would always joke around and hold up whatever meat he was cooking which got a laugh out of the both of you.

You put the book back into the packaging and decided to leave a note.

My neighbour,
Happy late housewarming!
I know you bought the book but we can forget that part.
Also, buying the Communist Manifesto off of Amazon is the funniest thing I've seen for a while.
-(y/n)
Ps. My dog misses watching your cooking and has now turned vegan with me

You dropped the package on his door step and headed back into your house, you couldn't control your laughter and smile but it was a good thing.

It was around 8:00pm and you were making some music, you had heard a loud laugh come from your neighbour which made you smile.

Clyde had been listening to your violin as you walked around the house because your office was getting stuffy. You waltzed around your kitchen and living room playing your music.

Daveed's POV

I had just got back from a school board meeting that ran way too late in my opinion, I saw an opened package on my front step, after picking it up and seeing the book I had ordered a week ago I also saw a note.

I giggled to myself as I walked into my house and placed the book on my counter, for no real reason I look through my window into her house, somewhat hoping to see her and give her a wave and a thank her but she wasn't there.

I did hear music from the other room after I found some leftovers, I'm still always surprised when I hear it. I'be never really talked to her her before, even just learning her name made me try and think of a backstory for her.

The music lasted a long time but I wasn't complaining, I knew i had to give (y/n) and letter back but I couldn't just leave a note, I needed to find something to give her. Something to keep this thing alive.