false empathy | xii

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She settled down on the other side of the table without waiting for his reply.

He frowned slightly. The paper crackled in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Rie smiled.

"Nothing in particular... I just felt like wanting to talk to you."

He was silent.

"Also, I was a bit troubled since you ignored me this morning," she added. "It was my fault though. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable."

He shook his head slightly.

"It doesn't matter. Don't do it again."

He turned back to the book he was reading.


A few seconds passed.

"Ah, can I ask you something?" she suddenly asked, tone curious.

He looked up slowly.

"... What is it?"

"That book." She pointed at it between his fingers. "Isn't that the same one you always keep on reading at the cafe?"

He hesitated, then nodded.

Rie leaned forward a little.

"Ah, I'm kind of curious... What is it about that you like it so much?"

He paused, looking into her eyes.

For a few moments, he contemplated about telling her about it.

Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.




In the end, he finally did.

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