⌠ 1 ⌡
The alley's too dark.
Reflections snaking through crevices.
Old rain pooling on concrete.
Takeshi shakes out another cigarette.
Tap.
A slim stick between his fingers.
Short spark.
Gone.
I called out to him.
Said his name.
But my teeth are glued.
Why did I do that.
What am I even doing.
He exhales.
Menthol drifts towards me.
"I told you not to get close to her."
His voice cuts.
"You never listen."
Doesn't look at me,
just studying brick patterns.
"How'd you even meet her."
Frog.
Her stupid nicknames.
I almost want to laugh.
"She's the one who found me."
He glances over.
"What's so funny?"
An arcade game blares music.
My fingers tighten.
Breathing feels shallow.
"Hey, you know.
She still likes you right?"
His static smirk fades.
"... who cares."
⌠ 2 ⌡
A tepid breeze slips through.
Trash bags rustle.
"Is that really... what you think."
My ears burn.
Takeshi doesn't react.
Flicks ash to the ground.
"Quit being nosy."
My head feels light.
"You even took her to the festival."
"You wouldn't get it."
Heat rises from my chest.
Tangled.
"Then."
My throat feels raw.
"Then tell me. For once."
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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...
