Oh, Eleanor

Chapter 39 : The Qualms

He gawked at that white envelop for a few long minutes. For one word on it caught his attention. One small word, but pretty unexpected.

RON.

Either it was addressed to him, or to someone, about him.
And more than anything he wanted to get a glimpse of what was inside.
Ron reached out for the envelop. He thought he might get a look before he gets caught by-

"Ron?"

Leona.

He withdrew his hand instantaneously.

"Uh...Yeah. yeah?"

"Hey." Leona said, tucking her long bangs behind her ears.

"Yeah. Hi. Leo. Na."

"Why are you so damn nervous?"

"Me?" He huffed, "not at all." He gave another quick look at the envelop. But later went on to ignore it like there was nothing there.

Leona paced slowly further into the room and sat on her bed. She patted the space on the mattress besides her as she gazed at him.

Ron nodded and went on to sit there.
There was never a chair in Leona's room ever. She always sat just on the bed. But it never felt this uncomfortable before. Their knees were touching and even that small touch felt queer. He thought about shifting a bit away but that would make it obvious and even more queer.

"What brings you here today?" She asked before the silence ate him up.

He thought before answering, so that he wouldn't stumble on the words.
"Nothing. I was just passing through your house. I thought I might stop by."

She nodded. "How is everything?"

He couldn't think of an answer. How was he? Not good. There was still a bandage on his hand. Physically.
And there were still a lot of wounds on him. Mentally. He was not good.
"Great!" He chirped, "couldn't be better."