⌠ 1 ⌡
It still hasn't rained.
I notice them everywhere now.
Her short hair bounces
as she walks by in the hallways.
Warm laughter.
A sound,
I thought we had together.
She sits across from me in the
library.
Long hair, dangling,
fingers curling.
He appears
on my walks home.
Always,
smoking outside the arcade.
I stumbled
into the garden yesterday.
Rain girl was there too.
Laying in the flower petals.
I know it's not really them.
They've disappeared
along with the rain.
⌠ 2 ⌡
The tree again.
Some leaves
fall brown.
The lilies died.
Trampled,
or of thirst.
I can't tell.
I lean back against the rough bark.
Lunchbox on my lap.
Stare at the sky.
Clouds drift like bubbles.
I don't cover my eyes.
Sunspots.
For some reason,
being out in the open
doesn't bother me anymore.
"...Sakai?"
⌠ 3 ⌡
A girl.
Long hair,
a bit curly.
I raise my eyes,
half-expecting
her.
Of course it's not.
A tired expression.
But a bitter smirk.
Two halves make a whole.
"Thought it was you."
A soft thud.
Sitting next to me again without asking.
She leans back too.
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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...
