⌠ 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.
As if the world's slow to wake.
This bleariness
infiltrates into the hallways.
The rain is colder now,
biting its way through my jacket,
almost as if
seeping under my skin.
There was a time
when rain meant
something else.
Now
I wait for clear skies.
⌠ 2 ⌡
Sometimes I see her,
still,
in morning fog.
Short hair,
bobbing up and down,
a warm smile.
The way she jumped.
Waving at us,
like we somehow didn't see her.
The smell of her room,
when she tutored us.
Her delicate fingers
laying out snacks for us.
Her messy writing.
Her habit
of pulling her sleeves.
Her lips creasing
from worry,
whenever we were quiet.
She's just
gone.
Whispers in the hallways.
Some girls cry.
A teacher might have made an
announcement.
Tired.
A formality.
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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...
