Wingman ⌠Cell Phone Novel⌡

despair

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I'm running.

The sound of my feet hitting the ground

is nothing compared to the beating

of my heart.

She was crying.

Why?

Was it me?

It was me.

My fault.

Already.

I run.

Past the library entrance, 

down the stairs,

through the courtyard,

past the hallways,

behind the garden,

until I see the school gate.

There she is.

A lonely figure,

smaller than I remember.

The shadows

crawl towards her,

and the sky is violet.

"Yura!"

She jumps.

She turns.

There are tears,

tears she quickly tries to wipe.

I'm gasping for air,

but I run to her.

To her side.

I stop her arms, her sleeves,

grab her wool sweater.

"Yura, did I do something wrong?"

"...no."

"Please. Tell me what I did."

"That's not it..."

"I'm sorry, really, I am, I—"

"Just shut up!"

I let go of her wrist,

stumbling backwards.

"I tried, Keichi.

I really did.

I thought it could be the same as before.

But I can't.

Not anymore.

Not now, that this has happened..."

this...?

Tears are streaming

down her beautiful face,

sobs catching at her throat.

Her dark hair is messy

and caught in her clothes.

"Eri... she..."