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Welcome to the story of Alvin, whose personality we can understand only from the diary he writes, and from the perspective of Ella and of those who notice him. A slice of life story about two individuals who meet by a chance. Enjoy!

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Part 13

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by Shallaowen

by Shallaowen

24th January 2021
Alvin's Diary

2:00 AM
My head's gonna split open, I need rest. Current priority, go home and sleep.

2:27 AM
Home? I need to stop calling temporary places I sleep in as 'home'. Anyway, I realized I'm being burned out. It's getting in my way of focus, I'm almost there, I need to take it easy and relax for the day.

24th January 2021
Aloïsia's POV

9:13 AM
Basically, it has been over a week since he left and although it's none of my business, I just can't stop thinking about it. I dusted his room again yesterday... I don't even know why I did that I mean it's not even my responsibility but I just couldn't keep it like that I mean I wanted to be a good roommate or flatmate or whatever ANYWAYS, deep breath Alo, you can't get worked up.

I'll just finish this coffee and get back to studying. Just another week and I'll start going to uni, I'm just so glad my application was accepted. Yet I don't understand the need for another test on the first day??? Shit I'm getting distracted again ugh- oh wait, my coffee went cold :) I'll go get some more.

I'm walking towards the kitchen but I smell something familiar on my way, not being able to recall the source. I pay no heed and plugged in the coffee maker when Alvin's door creaked open and I almost jumped as my heart almost dropped out of my chest, I held my mouth because that- was- unexpected-

When did he come home? I didn't hear anything? What? He could see me from where he was standing, his hand on the handle of his door, his messy hair gave him a weirdly unusual aesthetic vibe. He noticed me holding the coffee machine and he politely asked, "Could you make me some?"
"Yeah!"

His voice was deeper than I remember, which means he probably just got off the bed. He closed his door and once again, I don't know why but I was so happy to see him. I don't know him, who he is, what he is, but he asked me for a favor for the first time and it made me happy.