Letters to You

Chapter 6

{Sure Chello, its the internet. You just wanted to get one up on me!}

Gajeel,

I do not think your thoughts are foolish. As a matter of fact, I think they are beautiful and wonderful. I wish more were as open minded as you, I believe anything could be possible with thoughts like that.

What I think of when I look at the star? It never occurred to me until you asked, but I think of my dream. Freedom. I think of what it would be like to not have to worry about meetings,  impressing people and putting on a false face. As I'm sure you are aware, I can't even leave the house on my own (oh how I wish I could go to one of those places that sells books). I dream of having a life of my own, one I can share with anyone I wish. I do dream of being married some times, but to someone I love. Someone who will hold me on cold nights, someone who will be by my side when things are tough and someone who asks me what I think, instead of just deciding for me.

Your dream sounds amazing. America, I had heard of it once before in one of my books. They say it is bigger than our island, and I almost didn't believe it until I read your book. I wish the best for you if you get your chance to go (though I would miss your letters).

I believe I would like Lady Lockser, she sounds like a wonderful woman. I do not believe it is strictly your friendship that makes her say you are handsome. Piercings are uncommon yes, though I would rather think of them as unique. There is no one else like that. There is only you. And no one can change that.

And tonight, like many this past week, sleep will elude me too. But when she comes, crimson eyes and a black mane will meet me.

Yours,

Levy

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I stared at the last line of Levy’s letter for a long time. So, that means she dreams about me, too. I had added that part in my last letter, and had regretted it, thinking that maybe it sounded too forward. But, from her reply, I knew it hadn’t been, and I was a little relieved.

“She’s never been to a bookstore?” I frowned, wondering just how sheltered she was, to not have even been allowed to go to a bookstore. Hell, I didn’t even like books and Ihad been to a bookstore. Actually, I was good friends with the owner, Mirajane Strauss.

“May Juvia come in?”

“Yeah,” I called, not getting up from my spot on the bed.

She took a seat beside me and smiled when she saw the paper in my hands.

“Here,” I sighed, handing it to her. I knew she’d end up reading it anyways.

“Gajeel,” she giggled when she finished, giving it back to me, “Juvia is sure now that Levy likes you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I snapped. “Even if she did, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to let anyone know.”

“How romantic,” she gushed, hearts in her eyes as she put her hands on her face—obviously not hearing anything I had just said, “a secret love! Gajeel and Levy’s story is so romantic!”

“Cut it out!” I frowned, angrily. Despite myself, heat burned my cheeks. “You’re an idiot.”

“It isn’t nice to insult a lady,” she snapped, shoving me.

I snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind when I meet one. Gihihi.”

She rolled her eyes, getting to her feet. “Juvia is cleaning in the morning so she should go. But,” she added, “she thinks you should try to talk to Levy in person. Even a small hello when you pick her up for the carriage in the morning would show her you care.”

“I can’t show her I care,” I frowned. A smirk spread across her face, and I realized what I had said. “It’s not like that!” With a giggle, she left.

I sighed, going to my window and peering out across the small yard to Levy’s window. She wasn’t there tonight, and I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. As creepy as it might be, I enjoyed watching her. Everything about her amazed me, which made me more frustrated that I couldn’t do anything to help her get out of that damned house.

Knowing I would have to retire for bed soon, I settled on my bed and pulled out my stationary to reply to Levy. I’m running low. I wasn’t expecting to write to her so many times.

I smiled. I’m glad I had, though.