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Lex,

Dear Laxus,

You were going to buy some groceries when you walked pass an old woman in the street. She didn't notice you but you surely did. I thought you were going to give her something; a money or any sort. But you walked past her. I was sitting on a bench that day, waiting for my parents to pick me up from superbowl review, that's how I saw you.

After a while, I saw a black Ford coming my way from the left side of the street the exact moment you started walking from the right. You stopped and I thought you forgot something in the market when you spotted someone and walked to their direction.

It was the woman.

She looked up at you with a blank stare and you reached something from the paper bag.

An apple.

You handed her the apple before you pulled a water bottle from your bag.

Then my mom called my name and I had to come inside the car. When I was inside, I glanced at you before we drove off.

Your eyes weren't as dead as before.

But after the woman walked away, it was back to what it was before.

You're kind. You're a beautiful person.

Why won't you show that?

Calvin