—
Midday.
I lay on the floor.
One hand behind my head.
The other holding a cigarette.
A thin trail of smoke rose.
Drifting and swirling.
Then vanishing.
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On the low table—
a glass of coffee.
Half full.
Already cold.
Beside it—
Yuna's notebook.
A pencil.
An eraser.
All neatly arranged.
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Yuna sat at the table.
Her back hunched slightly.
Still writing.
One final stroke.
She stopped.
Her pencil hovered in the air for a moment.
As if making sure she hadn't missed anything.
Then she set it down.
Slowly.
She closed the notebook.
Pushed it slightly forward.
Finished.
She didn't move right away.
Just sat there.
Staring at the table.
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"Papa..."
"Hm."
"...I'm bored."
I exhaled the smoke.
Slowly.
Formed a ring.
It floated for a long time.
The corner of my lips tugged upward.
Nice.
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"Bored?"
"Yeah..."
"Why."
Yuna gave a slight shrug.
"...I don't know..."
"...There's nothing to do."
I looked up at the ceiling.
