━ ❝ OCTOBER 24, 2016

"Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts."

Y/N's POV

Softly tapping my delicate fingers on the cold table in front of me, I deeply sighed. I have nothing anymore to do, I'm already fed up just by watching these television shows all over again. My phone is charging and I can't play my video games, the one installed by my very good friend of mine from Nekoma High, Kenma. Oh, how much I wanted to come back to school and play volleyball with my friends again. Much more to see my crush slash neighbor slash best friend, Oikawa Tooru.

It's getting boring here, you know?

My mother entered the room with fruits and other stuffs on her hands, passing me by with a smile on her face.

"Do you want to go out for a while?"

She asked as I shook my head. Going out she says, but it's only on the terrace. The only thing that I'll be able to see again are tall company buildings and birds flying high in the sky. I want to go to school!

"I'm so bored," I softly commented before closing my eyes, trying to sleep for the nth time.

Hearing another soft knock from the door, my eyes immediately shot up, looking at the clock. It's already 5 in the afternoon. It's probably the doctor.

And I'm right. "Good afternoon, Doc."

My Mom greeted him with a hopeful look on her face while me, on the other hand, just smiled at him.

"Madame, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Excuse me," I suddenly butted in. "Can't I hear my status too?"

"It's," The doctor looked like he's hesitating, carefully picking his words. "It's much better if I talk to your mother first, Y/N-chan."

It made me annoyed.

"Fine," But as if I have another choice. I don't want to stress myself.

"It's going to be fine, darling." 

My Mom kissed me softly on the forehead first before following the doctor out. As much as I wanted to eavesdrop, my feet won't be able to carry my weight. I'm too fragile on my current state but I'm pretty sure I'm doing well. After all, I can feel it in my system. I'm getting pretty much more energetic and active these past few days. I'm hoping that the doctors will finally let me out of this stupid building. I don't want to be here anymore. I want to attend my graduation, go to college, and watch Oikawa reach his dreams.

I don't want to get stuck here forever.

It's just a matter of minutes before my mother entered my room again with a blank expression that's why I can't tell if she's happy or not. She just silently walked to the kitchen part of the room before preparing food for me.

"Mom,"

"I brought you your laptop, darling."

Flashing out my laptop bag from the pile of stuff she just brought, she gave it to me with a reassuring smile on her face. I don't want to ask about her previous conversation with Mr. Jun, one of the doctors who were currently checking up on me.

Once the device landed on my pale-looking hands, I released a sigh of happiness.

"Finally, something to entertain me."

Good thing there's a free internet connection for the whole building it's pretty strong. That's when I heard my mom excused herself for a while, walking out of the door.

I caught a glimpse of gloominess on her face.

At that very moment, I knew.

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"And, there I have it."

Stretching my arms after a very long typing session, I proofread my letter. Recently, a certain tweet on Twitter caught my attention. It was an online site on Google, LetterLater.ru. There, you can type and email a letter to a specific person you want and schedule it's sending date. For example, like what I did right now, I typed a letter for Oikawa right at this date, October 24, 2016. I scheduled it to be sent five years from now, exactly on October 24, 2021.

The body of my letter contains everything I wanted to say for Tooru. When I say everything, I meant it. How much I love him, all my stolen pictures of him (I included it too), how I fell in love with him, how I got his number even though he doesn't want to give it to me, how grateful I am to be their team's manager and more.

It's a love letter. With a hint of goodbye.

All of us aren't sure about our lives. Maybe today, we're still breathing but tomorrow, not anymore. I don't want to have regrets in the end.

"Click 'Send'," Cha-ran!

After choosing my preferred date, I closed my laptop afterward. A huge bucket of tiredness just suddenly poured at me as I feel my eyelids getting heavier. That's when my shaky hands landed on my soft cheeks. It was damp wet.

I was crying.

Deeply sighing, I turned on my left side to check my charging phone. The lock screen appeared before me, showing me a stolen picture of Tooru and me while we were at the marriage booth. I can't help but to smile just by reminiscing those moments, it's so serene, so pure. It was probably one of his most hated memories, the ones that he wanted to forget, but for me, it was the most precious very memorable.

I'm not sure about tomorrow, that's why I want Tooru to realize how much I like him even though he doesn't feel the same way towards me.

This...is my letter later.