The Game Begins ~

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Alexei liked the house, it looked quite old, but it was enough and fine for the man. At least, he got a house to stay in and a roof on top of his head. That was enough, at least he wasn't living in the rented house and had to pay rent every month from his salary.

He works as a waiter in a nearby café shop the salary is decent and enough for himself. He had an 8-hour shift and after that he'll be back at home enjoying watching TV, listening to some soft music or just simply painting.

The man likes to paint, he isn't a professional but yes, he can paint well.

It's been a few days since he started living in this house, and it was quite fine, he was adjusting to the new environment and the place quit well. But, the weird thing was, he found more notes in the house.

They were all scattered at the different places of the house. One in a book placed in the living room shelf, another pinned behind the bathroom mirror. Each one was short, it felt like someone had scattered their thoughts all around the house. Sometimes it would be poetic or other times it gives a quiet ache to Alexei's heart.

In the beginning he found it weird, how can someone put these notes here. It felt like all these were placed knowingly. But, slowly it started to pull him towards it. He felt like these were placed for him, for him to read, for him to know.

He started to look forward to them, he enjoyed reading them and now.. He starts to reply to the notes too. He knows it's quite useless and dumb of him to reply to them but, he felt at ease. He knows no one's gonna read it, but he still continues. Sometimes he laughs at his silliness.

He starts to write the replies on napkins, receipts and on the back of grocery lists.

He was writing one now too, he laughed at himself but still continued to scribble.

‘No one's gonna read it Alex! Why would you write it?' He questioned himself in his mind.

“Maybe because I find peace and comfort.. It might not be read or answered by someone, but.. I still feel like doing it.” He mumbled to himself and tucked it into a book, the notes mentioned.

He placed the book back and went to eat his dinner and after that he watched a Netflix movie and slept in his room.

In the morning when he woke up and had his breakfast, he held the same book out of its place. He placed some money in it too, last night while writing he didn't feel like putting it somewhere in a safe place, but he felt like it was safe there so he tucked it in the book.

He took out his money, but there was no note. It wasn't there anymore. But, another note was there in the book he didn't write that—

He was surprised. Did he just get a reply back? Really? He was stunned, but at some corner of his heart he felt happy and excited too. But on the other side it sent chills down his spine, was he getting watched by someone?

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