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The station's clock
moves too slowly.
I keep checking,
like its hands are frozen.
I'm fifteen minutes early.
Of course.
My body had just moved
in a haze.
Heart, pounding.
Sweat on my forehead.
Buzzing on my fingertips.
Was I so nervous?
A small crowd drifts around me.
Uniforms, weekend bags,
even some salarymen.
The usual hum.
Hands, stuck in my pockets.
Leaning against a pillar.
Try to look normal.
I scan the station.
A familiar bobcut.
Already?
"...Eri?"
Two bags of snacks swaying in her hands.
Some loose strands sticking out of her hair.
She waves.
Jumping,
as if I couldn't already see her.
Runs over with
a bright face.
"You're early again," she says.
"So are you."
We laugh together.
Quiet,
but something real.
We stand side by side.
I move over a bit,
so she can lean too.
She does.
Trains clack around us.
The air smells of sunscreen
and conbini bentos.
A light sea breeze.
My throat tightens.
"Hey... Eri?"
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She looks up.
A soft gaze.
Waiting.
"About that night..."
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wingman | Cell Phone Novel
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