Note: 100-word drabble, cross-posted from Tumblr. (I don't like it, but maybe you will.)
Confidant
Tell me a secret.
Elizabeth finds the note in her library carrel.
She glances around. Everyone's working, heads down.
She grabs a pen, scribbles back.
A secret?
Second day, another note.
Something you've never told anyone before.
What if I don't have any secrets?
Third day:
Everyone has secrets.
…And it's true.
From the stacks, she watches him unfold the slip…a heavy frown.
She sneaks up behind him, snakes arms around his waist.
He jumps.
Then relaxes into her hold.
Into his shoulder, she murmurs what she didn't write, "I love you."
Some secrets are meant to be told.