"Senpai, please stop crying."
The surprise of the present situation makes me stop and hiccup into an awkward standstill.
Residue tears spill down my cheeks.
I feel them seep into his shirt.
Ichi...Why are you hugging me?
Why are you hugging someone like me? Someone who was too weak to stand up for themselves.
Someone who tried but gave up.
Someone like me.
But I don't pull away.
I can't.
I am too weak.
I am too weak.
My mouth opens and a string of words flow forth, a mumbled train of shambled thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Rain Catcher
Short StoryAs rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feeling...
