“A muse? What?” he exclaimed with a confused
expression in his face.
“I saw it yesterday, in her journal, there
are pages and pages written about you” she replied excitedly. Her hands were moving erratically as
she explained what she had seen. He
looked at her nervously wondering exactly how much this girl had written about
him
He bit his lip, deciding between freaking
out and feeling smug. “She doesn’t even know me though, how could she draw so
much to fill up a journal, a page is even too long, I don’t even know her name!”
he laughed. He finally found the humour in the situation.
She stared at him laughing away and after a
long pause, she started laughing too.
“It is not you that she writes about, it's the parts
of you that are part of her, and the things you do, the parts of her that she will soon find in her whole”, she replied with a sudden straight face.
He looked terribly disappointed.
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