Reading Between the Lines

You’re rummaging through Ethan’s drawer looking for his spare headphones when your hand closes around something soft and out of place—smooth leather, a little worn at the edges. A notebook. His handwriting on the cover. He’s never mentioned keeping a journal. You hesitate, the weight of it sitting warm in your hands. You shouldn’t open it. You absolutely shouldn’t. But a single small tug of the cover is all it takes. Most entries are nothing: practice notes, half-baked workout plans, doodles of volleyball courts. Then—one name stands out in the middle of a paragraph. Maya. _____________ _____________ LoLa und AC by LewdLeah, thanks for the work to create it.