Water flowed out from the jug and soaked a nearby notebook. He watched the paper darken, wondering whose it was. There was no cover, and he couldn't understand the writing all over the first page.
A force suddenly pushed him to the side, and there she was, picking up the drenched notebook, trying to open it and failing when it tore. "Oh my--oh my--" she just stared at it.
"I'm--" he started, but then stopped when she looked at him. He swore her eyes widened a little bit before her face became expressionless. What?
"You can copy my notes, if you want," he said softly, looking down. In his peripheral vision, he saw her give him a look, then she said, "This wasn't for notes."
"A story?" he asked, watching her try to pry the pages apart, and only fraying the edges of the notebook.
"Yeah," she said, looking at the blurry words on her ruined notebook; a mess he and his waterjug made. "a lot of stories."
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Background Noise
Cerita Pendek"He's the melody, and she's background noise." A collection of stories. --- Updates are irregular. --- Cover photo from WeHeartIt.
