Done with the Bullet Comments

Summary

I sat in a corner of the library, my eyes fixed on the two figures not far away, sharing a pair of earbuds.

A familiar stream of comments scrolled past the edge of my vision:

[Chill, guys, Leo’s just helping her adjust the volume. He’s not even listening!]

[That’s his childhood friend, Stella. They grew up together. He can’t just embarrass her!]

I offered a faint smile, my gaze dropping back to the book in my lap. I didn't stop turning the pages.

Every time Leo was with another girl, the comments would instantly pop up, a ghostly chorus rushing to explain away the misunderstanding.