⌠ 1 ⌡
There's always this push and pull.
We
play tag
with our eyes.
She looks.
She doesn't.
It's so stupid
and somehow
so fun.
Sometimes, I can't stand it.
come with me to the festival
The words I can't say.
Yura sips her coffee,
empty sugar packets,
bent straws.
A sly glance.
Daring me.
I reach over
and flick her cup.
She gasps.
"How could you!"
The group laughs
as Yura wipes coffee from her nose.
Maybe
I'm fine
with this.
Just like this.
⌠ 2 ⌡
The days come and go,
drifting like clouds.
Every chat notification
every stupid joke,
every wave goodbye.
Our rhythm's a little off.
But
affection
blooms
from the small things.
I can almost see our movie poster.
Eri pinching Takeshi's ear
as he winces in pain,
loud as always.
Yura and me,
a few steps behind.
Her hair,
sometimes brushing
my arms.
This sunset,
a wash of orange and blue.
This is our color.
⌠ 3 ⌡
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wingman | Cell Phone Novel
RomanceSakai Keichi has always been the wingman, the shadow helping his best friend chase girls in an empty cycle of double dates and practiced smiles. He lets himself fade into the background. Until he meets a girl who smells of rain, and for the first t...
