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Yeah, a song wasn’t really a big deal, but that
song was mine. The one I wrote for him.
I was going to play it for him next week, when
I was going to tell him how I felt.
He had said before, “If someone wrote a
song for me, that would be the most romantic
thing ever.”
I remembered it so well, even though writing
songs wasn’t something I was good at.
It’s like, I didn’t even like music, but I came to
music school for him.
Even though… I’m mute.
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The tears welled up, hot against my skin. I
flinched.
“You knew?” I asked, hardly believing it.
He was getting impatient, “So what? It’s just
a song, Chloe, get over it.
“This competition is important for her, it’s
about the scholarship. She’s worked so hard
and she’s a good person.
“You gotta embarrass her like this, in front of
everyone?
“You want her to go through the rest of her
college life with everyone calling her a thief?”
I carefully touched his arm. “But it’s my song,
it took me a month to write it.
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“You know, I was sick, had a 103 fever, and I
was still writing. It was for you, Jake.”
He wasn’t surprised, he just waved his hand
dismissively. “Okay, okay. I’ll get her to
apologize later, okay?”
“No!” I signed, pushing him.
I grabbed his hand and dragged him back.
He tried to calm me down but when that
didn’t work, he yelled at me.
“Chloe! That’s enough! You’re mute, you
know that, right? Even if you wrote the damn.
thing, who’s going to believe that a mute
person wrote a song like that?”
I let go of his hand.
く
When did Jake become like this?
“I believe you.
