Azaleskis,

Its been 11 months since I met Blueberry. Seeing her everyday in school makes me more confident about the path I need to take. Today, So Hyun had arranged for her and his sister come to come see us practice for our match. As usual, when Blueberry came, with her came the chaos that she creates.

It still amuses me till this day whenever I think about the first impression I had of her being a kind, timid and gentle girl.

She is kind and gentle to the friends she loves, but timid is a word that might actually be an insult to her.

But then again, her passionate responses, may it be in anger or support, are what gives me strength. I can never express much, so she promised me, to share her passion with me to fill that void.

She is odd too. She shares with me without any limits, she feels for me when I myself remain indifferent. She cares for my image when I am not even aware of it.

One day, she and her friend Soyeon picked a fight with one of the teachers when she called me a spoilt rich kid.
The matter was too trivial for even my notice.

I have been called worse. Much, much worse by Mother. Not paying attention to someone who obviously was biased and envious about people with wealth, it was only when Mira came running to So Hyun and asked for help that I learnt of it.

That Little Fruit had heard the teacher speaking to another while delivering copies to her professor. Right there, in thaf room filled with other professors, that little child had thrown a hissy fit on the incapability of an adult, a teacher at that, on carelessly insulting their students without even knowing anything about them. Apparently, she would not back down even though it had caused quite a ruckus.

I still remember running to the principle's office to find her Father laughing down at her small, angry face. Her father, left shortly after seeing me, afraid of my identity.

When I asked that little pouty ball of why she thought something so insignificant was worth so much of her energy, she pushed me back fiercely. Not that it displaced me much, which just made her face rounder with her pout.

Screaming at me, she told me that no one was allowed to insult me in her presence. That it had nothing to do with me, it was her quirk. Me being bad mouthed in front of her made her upset and angry so she would always react this way and that I had no right to say otherwise.

That day, I made another promise to myself. I would not allow anyone to abuse or slander me in front of her. It makes her a pufferfish with anger. Can't have her upset.

This Little Fruit. . . Such a small treasure.
She depends on me as much as I depend on her in terms of our shared joy. She said whenever I am around, she feels safe. She enjoys my gentleness.

As for me, whenever I think of her, I find myself. Emotions, likes, habits. . . Desires. All of these I started knowing because of her. She makes me a human.
She makes me. . . Me.
Perhaps the me that I should have been.

When she waved around wildly on spotting me, almost hurting Mira, I felt peace.
This is how it should be.
Her with her exuberance at life, attached with her happiness, spilling over to warm me. Everything feels just right.

Maybe, I went through all of my past, so that she could find me in the dark, for if I were to be in light, had I been normal, Little Fruit would never have noticed me. She wouldn't have approached me, insisting on being a part of my life. Insisting in making a place for me in hers. And I, would have lived without having her smile.

What a meaningless existence that would have been.

After school, I went to my Mother's grave with flowers. I knelt there for a long time, thanking her for all that she had done. Thanking her with all of my sincerity. I hope, it reached her.

Things are just the way they are supposed to be, and I will always strive to keep it that way.

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No.
No.
Anya exhaled with a silent chill on reading the entry.

His thoughts, had started getting warped. This was the start of him slowly going wrong.

But one thing was clear, even in that age, he had started living for her. Everything about his life, was beginning to be all about her.

Anya flipped a few pages, until her eyes caught a page in which his handwriting was more in disarray than the normal precise, thoughtful manner.

Going back to that page, with a guarded heart, she started to read.

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