⌠ 1 ⌡
The courtyard is empty
nowadays.
Broken sticks strewn
on wet grass.
Crushed leaves.
The sun hides behind
a curtain of clouds.
Mud seeps into my shoes
as I walk towards the tree.
A hand reaches out.
My hand.
Damp bark,
soft like wet leather.
Droplets form on my fingertips.
I wipe off
on my jacket.
My mouth moves.
But nothing comes.
Just vapor
escaping.
This tree.
My sanctuary.
Even this place.
Taken by the
cold rain.
Now I had nowhere.
Nothing.
Fear tightens
in my chest.
Am I
truly
alone?
⌠ 2 ⌡
Behind me,
careful footsteps.
As if
avoiding muddy patches.
"Idiot. You'll catch a cold out here."
A voice carries
through
sparse drizzle.
"Come inside. Or I'll be angry."
For a moment,
I think I imagined it.
I turn.
Ai.
Meeting her eyes.
She's the same.
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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...
