reason

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⌠ 1 ⌡

Morning comes,

slowly.

Like a clock

winding back up.


Because of her.


My eyes still sting.

I barely slept.


Ai's warmth.

The scent of soft citrus

at my cheek.

Her voice...

Shaking. Close.

Live.

Still echoing.


I sit in my seat

by the window.

The classroom feels too bright.


My gaze drifts

to Takeshi's desk.

Empty.


Whispers surround me.

Someone says he went upstairs.

Dragged by upperclassmen.


Alone.


A pang in my chest.

What...



My feet move

before I can think.


The hallway floor squeaks.

Moisture trapped

below the tiles.


I need to hurry.


Wait for me.

I'll help you.






⌠ 2 ⌡

I burst through the door to the roof,

breath burning in  my throat.


No traces of smoke.

No lazy silhouette.


Instead,

Takeshi's on the ground.

Three seniors circling him.

One grabs him by the collar.

"Pulling shit on my girl, huh?"


Takeshi coughs,

a weak smile.

"She came onto me first."

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