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Part 5 - Grocery Shopping

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𝙄 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. Hell no. So it seems whoever that creepy ass person that was lingering in front of my apartment, is my one and only secret admirer. My breath began to quicken and my fingers were shaking. I put my right hand on my mouth as I leaned on the wall for support.

Do I even want to open this one? I'm already creeped out enough. I clutched the note in my hand slightly. Fuck it.

Y/n Leonhart

Dear Y/n, do you think about me as much as I think about you? I sure hope so.

With love~ E

What? I thought. I didn't even know who this person was why in God's name would I be thinking about them? I checked the time and it was 7:57. I dug underneath my pillow to grab the first note and held that and the recent one in both my hands. I sat there. Just thinking about why would I have a secret admirer. Is this some kind of joke? I thought. Next time I fucking catch them, I'll chase them until their legs stop working. I was sick and tired of being watched and followed. And I wanted to sleep knowing I'm safe and that there isn't a weirdo watching me. 

I put both the notes under my pillow and got undressed to my comfortable pyjamas. I sat down on my desk and pulled out my diary and began writing to Annie. 

Today was nice, I had dinner with the Braun family and Gabi told us about her latest war, she's really brave and I hope she'll grow up to be a wonderful soldier. Reiner's still a pain in the ass but he's all I've got. I'll save you, Annie, I promise. I...

I read over the lines I wrote down and couldn't think of anything else to write to her about, and I'm definitely not going to write about that stalker. Usually, I would have a shit ton of things I want to write to Annie about. 

I placed my palm on my cheek while I tapped my pen on the wooden table and began trying really hard to think of what I wanted to write to her about. But nothing came through, I just couldn't think of anything except that specific person. 

I began to get really frustrated with myself and closed my diary and began to get ready for bed. The time was now 9:43, I had spent almost 2 hours thinking about that creep. What a waste of 2 hours.

"Fuck me" I muttered and pulled the blankets over me, thinking that the person would stop haunting my head and just leave me alone.

Except the haunting did not stop. 

I kept turning and tossing in my bed and just couldn't get at least an ounce of sleep. I got up and rubbed the back of my neck and turned on my lamp. I reached under my pillow and pulled out the two notes. I got up and reached for the lighter and sat on the dining table with the notes in one hand and the lighter in the other.

A part of me thought that if I burned these sons of bitches right now that I would feel at ease and be able to sleep but another part of me told me that I would eventually regret it. 

shit.

I just sat there, flicking the lighter every now and then until I felt my eyes shutting ever so slightly, I got up and wobbled over to bed after leaving the lighter and notes at the table. I crashed into the sheets and laid there, forcing every thought, every worry out of my head.