Nodoka sighs in her chair, trying to comprehend her teacher's lecture.
But knowing this funny feeling bursting at the depths of her stomach, it was very hard for her.
She thought she had a fever. Thought she woke up at the wrong side of the bed this morning because, oddly enough, she was feeling something other than sorrow.
She's been numb for so long, she forgot what it was like to be happy. What it felt like to be happy.
So there she was, sitting uncomfortably on her chair as she thinks and thinks thoroughly.
When you think about it, it has been a while since someone last talked to her.
Like, an actual conversation that's more than just the typical,
"What's our assignment again?"
"Which way is the comfort room?"
"Why do you carry that blue notebook around?"
All in all, it was bizzare. To think that one day, someone would actually react to her secluded thoughts. It's not the kind of response she was hoping for though. She would have liked it better if the person agreed with her and didn't dare to change her opinion.
Nonetheless, she felt oblivious to the fact that she was actually very happy.
Sure she has no idea who the person was but something about the anonymous approach gave relief. Then she wouldn't have to associate with other people who knows her and she who knows them.
Maybe she should reply.
i'm not satisfied with my writing, tbvh. and if you think this was short well, please be reminded that the chapters of this book is intended to be very short.
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Nodoka and The Inevitable | ohshc
FanfictionNodoka Kitagawa's been stuck at sea for as long as she can remember. Paddling and rowing without a clue, without a home to find, she's bound to drown soon enough. But he makes sure that she won't. Amid the harsh waves, Kyouya Ootori finds her and h...
