September 4, 2015
I had wanted a love story for this month. There's a couple bickering in my head. They're here in my brain, talking about mundane stuff. A few hours ago they were talking about heartbeat. See, the girl woke up with the boy's head on her chest. "What are you doing there?" she asked, and he was irritated by her I-just-woke-up-leave-me-alone tone, so he semi-shouted "I was listening to your heartbeat," "Why are you shouting," she said. "Don't shout at me!" he said. And then they laughed so hard on account of their absurdity.