⌠ 1 ⌡
The shadows stretch across the floor.
Long.
Fractured.
I'd never noticed that.
How many times had I been here?
This spot,
this chair,
this table.
The wall of shelves
closing around me,
a shelter of books.
Our place.
How many weeks has it been?
So many memories created.
So many left behind.
So many, just...
gone.
This space was ours,
but now it feels so empty.
Time keeps moving.
It wasn't ours anymore.
⌠ 2 ⌡
I see her through the corner
of my vision,
walking slowly.
Small steps.
Timid steps.
Carefully,
as if trying to find her path back
to this place we had lost.
Her chair
scrapes the floor.
She sits,
maybe crossing her legs.
Fabric brushing.
She's sitting
across from me
where she always used to.
What should I say?
What should I do?
That first, small step.
But how do you fix a crack
that's become a void?
She's here,
but my mind is blank.
Apologize.
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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...
