⌠ 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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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...
