Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where truths are revealed

Emi stepped into her room.

George was watching TV, Emi wanted to turn in early.

She changed into shorts and a shirt.

Before she could set herself into the bed, her foot collided with something that rattled.

She stopped, looking down to the floor and seeing the small orange prescription bottle.

She picked it up and read his name.

George Miller.

One daily.

Side effects, drowsiness.

She stared at it for a long time.

She looked at his suitcase, it was open, a few things strewn here and there.

Emi deduced that he must've been in a rush.

She held the bottle in her hands, crawling into the bed and sitting against the headboard.

She sat there and waited for quite a while before George came into the room.

"You're still up?" He asked, scratching the back of his head with a lazy smile.

Emi bit her lip, turning the bottle over in her hand.

George saw it.

"Where'd you find that?" He asked.

"On the floor." Emi said quietly.

George looked stuck for a moment.