"You don't like talking, but I want to communicate with you"
"Why?"
"Maybe I can help the noise in your head"
I stared at him for a moment before his face lit up and he brought out a notebook from his backpack. Sliding it across the table so it was directly in front of me, a crooked grin was on his face.
"What's this for?"
"Well," he started, taking out a pen. "This way you don't have to talk, and I still get to communicate with you"
I shook my head. "Why would anyone want that?" The bell rang signalling the end of break and I began to pack without saying a word.
"Because maybe the reason you don't talk to anyone is because you don't have anyone to talk to"
I faced him. To be honest, I didn't know myself. He gave a closed-eyed smile.
"But that's okay. I don't have anyone either"
I quickly opened the notebook and scribbled down a note before standing abruptly and leaving for class. I didn't say a word. The note will do the talking for me.
As I was leaving, I saw him smile at the note out of the corner of my eye.
Thank you
YOU ARE READING
Inked Notes
Algemene fictie"She drew the lines of her world" "He made it colourful" "She saw the world for the way it was" "He saw the world for the way it could be" "She was a lost cause" "He was a dreamer" "She never thought she could smile again" "Until the day he met her"...
