🥁 Chapter 6: She Listens When I Play
Thursdays felt different now.
Before, Jepoy played for no one.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9UfYFGlBA4
Now, he played for a girl who couldn’t see him—15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM9D8UhJ4RK
but somehow heard him better than anyone ever had.
She always sat at the same corner of the café.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoSvP3njNmV
Alone. Silent. Still.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOoEI9gXBvq
But the moment his hands touched the drums, he could feel her listening.
Not just hearing. Listening.
Her head tilted slightly with each shift in rhythm. Her fingers tapped softly against her teacup. Her body moved—not with the beat, but with the emotion. Like she understood the story even without lyrics.
She didn’t know the man behind the music was the same one who handed her tea.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlMwTsw6Z2U
And Jepoy never told her.
Because the moment she knew, the magic might break.
That night, Erica stayed longer than usual. After the final set, when the café had thinned out and only the faint hum of a playlist played over the speakers, she spoke.
“Do you know who the drummer is?”
Jepoy froze behind the counter, drying a cup.
He cleared his throat. “Why?”
She turned her face toward the sound of his voice.
“Because I think…” she hesitated. “I think he’s the only one who sounds the way I feel.”
Jepoy’s hand trembled slightly.
“You like it?” he asked.
Erica nodded slowly. “It’s strange. I don’t even know his name. But whenever he plays… I don’t feel so alone.”
He wanted to tell her.
He almost did.
But something in him held back. Because right now… she chose to feel something with him. Even without knowing.
And for a man who had never been chosen for anything…
That was enough—for now.
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