Whenever it rains,
we find ourselves in the library again.
We sit across from each other
reading our books.
Sometimes our eyes meet
and she gives me a smile,
but it's only for a second.
Today, it'll be the same,
as the rain falls like needles from the sky.
She walks through the entrance,
hair dangling, dripping.
Maybe she talks to the shy girl
at the front desk,
asks if a book she's waiting for is finally in.
Then she sits two desks across from me
and pulls out the same novel she's been reading for weeks now.
Sometimes, her bangs fall over her eyes
and she brushes them to the side.
She always props her left elbow on the table,
leans her chin on her palm
as her slim fingers flip through the pages of another world.
But she doesn't show up today.
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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...
