⌠ 1 ⌡
There is something strange
about the school in fall's early mornings.
Always,
some kind of mist lingering outside,
fog clinging to the windows,
sticking to your clothes.
This bleariness
infiltrates into the hallways.
The rain is much colder now,
biting its way through my jacket,
almost as if
seeping into the core of my being.
The rain used to be something I looked forward to,
now
I wait for the clear skies.
⌠ 2 ⌡
They tell me she stopped breathing
yesterday.
Newscasters come and go.
Takeshi was taken for questioning,
but he hadn't been directly involved in Sugawa's death.
It is almost worse,
knowing,
I was guilty.
But the police don't even acknowledge me.
As if I never existed in the first place.
⌠ 3 ⌡
There was an assembly at school.
The principal stood at the podium.
Gave a half-hearted speech.
He seemed tired,
he must be.
Sugawa's death tarnished his legacy.
I wondered
how he really felt
underneath the guise
of his sympathetic words.
Some people cried,
most didn't care.
Yura wasn't there.
⌠ 4 ⌡
Sugawa's funeral was yesterday.
I didn't attend.
I watched the rain
roaring outside my window
forever.
⌠ 5 ⌡
The flowers on her desk wilted.
Someone bought new ones and replaced it.
Purple lilies.
⌠ 6 ⌡
Each raindrop has its own distinct sound
when it hits the school building.
Rattling away at the windows
or thumping at the roof,
rushing through the streets
into the sewers.
Sometimes, the rain lets up for a few minutes.
A sliver of sunlight
peeks through the black clouds,
like shining a laser through
a prism.
Feeling the sun's warmth,
even for a few moments
reminds me
that the hours are passing.
And that we are not stuck
in an endless world loop.
⌠ 7 ⌡
Days go by,
rain falls,
the clouds drift,
the season changes.
It's as if I'm trapped in an old broken film.
Over and over.
The same thing.
The same cycle.
The cold rain is endless.
⌠ 8 ⌡
She is slowly forgotten,
like the morning fog,
the way it dissipates in sunlight.
The reporters stop showing up.
No more news articles.
Normalcy. Maybe.
Each day melts into the other.
How long has it been since I've
talked with someone...?
What am I even doing...?
(A/N: Let me know how you feel about the story's developments in the comments!)
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