It's raining as usual,
A dreary weekend and I'm home alone.
Silence has become quite a comfortable friend for a while,
But I can still hear those noises of the past.
A memory too fuzzy for me to recall,
Like trying to find a signal in a static radio.
Rain pelts my window in light taps,
Making a melancholic music in my lonely home.
My hands roam through a box of old photos I had found in the attic,
A box containing all my memories during my first year as a member of the Photography Club.
I can see several of my friends' faces on the photos on the table,
Each smile easily allowing me to detail when and where each photo had been taken in.
Each memory perfectly detailed in my mind-
Except for one out-of-place photo I pull out.
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In Regards To Fate (Cellphone Novel)
RomanceThe year is 2170. Humankind has long since discovered the ability to manipulate memories to help people with traumatic experiences to cope up with their everyday living. Kobayashi Haruka is a student/photographer who is enamored with an odd photogr...
