[ Days of Studying ]
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The sound of paper turning.
Softly.
Over and over.
I lay on the futon.
On my side.
One hand propping up my head.
My eyes were half-open.
Staring at the low table in the middle of the room.
Yuna sat there.
Her back straight.
A book wide open.
The pencil in her hand moved slowly.
Stopped.
Tapped the table.
Then moved again.
Silence.
Only the sound of pages.
And occasionally… her soft breathing.
I lifted a cigarette.
Bit the end.
Lit it.
A small flame flickered.
Smoke drifted up slowly.
"Yuna."
"Hm?"
Without turning around.
"What are you studying."
"Math."
"Oh."
I blew the smoke upward.
Staring at the ceiling.
A few seconds passed.
"Papa."
"Hm."
"How do you do this one…"
She turned her book around.
Pushed it toward me.
I didn't get up.
"Hm…"
I squinted.
Looking from a distance.
Numbers.
Fractions.
Scribbles.
"Just work it out."
"I don't get it."
"Then don't bother."
"Papa…"
Her voice dropped.
I sighed.
