⌠ 1 ⌡
The sun's bright.
As if it's never been
hidden by clouds.
A dry breeze from the city.
My shirt's a bit scratchy.
Takeshi fans himself with his phone.
The smell of sunscreen
and plastic lunches.
In front of us.
Her pink hair drifts,
blending with
the cherry blossoms.
We lean against concrete pillars.
Watching.
She's near the rugged platform.
A space,
only for those who are
leaving.
For some reason,
we stopped for tea
on the way here.
Ritual I guess.
Barely any words spoken.
Just familiar gestures.
I think Takeshi and Ai,
talked,
hushed,
as we walked.
Not sure about what.
But I don't mind.
An announcement.
"A train for Tokyo is
arriving soon to track one.
Connecting service to Hokuto.
Please stand behind the yellow line."
A sharp reminder.
She turns to face us.
She's beautiful.
⌠ 2 ⌡
A soft voice.
"Takeshi..."
He clicks his tongue.
A small grin,
a nod.
"Take care, okay?
Gotta run to the bathroom anyway."
He ambles off.
Just us now.
Stuck between a holiday crowd.
I know they must be loud,
but I can't hear a thing.
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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...
