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"remember that day you found me crying in the town square?" isha asks, sighing deeply as harry's fingers run through her hair, his nose buried in his book, eyes scrunched in concentration.

"hm?" he says absent-mindedly, not actually paying attention to what isha's saying, because he's far too gone in his thoughts and the book in his hand, catcher in the rye, to pay attention to much else.

"well," isha continues, snapping her book shut, not realising that harry isn't listening, he never was, "gguk, my ex, he's in town again, and he wants me to meet him. should i?"

"huh?"

"should i meet him?"

at that point, harry realises that he has no clue what isha's saying, only what sallinger's written, so he nods, a small smile at his lips, and goes back to his book, never seeing the confused look on isha's face as she's left wondering why he'd want her to go back to her ex.

she thought he would mind, if only a little, but since he didn't care, isha didn't think it would make much of a difference if she gave jeongguk another chance, would it?

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