Everything about her
hints
at something gentle.
Fingers tracing the page.
Shy smiles.
Playful gazes
that linger
a second too long.
How had I never seen her
in the hallways before?
She only existed
in the library
when the rainclouds
hovered close.
Maybe we passed each other once.
Maybe we just never looked.
Maybe we were caught
in the rain's afterglow.
Until now.
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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...
