⌠ 1 ⌡
The cafe's cold air pricks at my skin.
Takanashi's words
wash over me.
Then we're alike, right?
Her gentle gaze.
As if she understands.
Why?
How could she get it.
Those words,
from them,
that I wanted to hear
more than anything.
We forgive you.
She shifts in her seat.
"Really. You should go over to them at least."
My coffee's cold already.
"I can't."
"Grovel at their feet."
She looks slightly amused.
"You keep looking."
"Yeah."
"Don't you want to?"
"I-"
"Come on. Grow a spine."
"I'm trying."
"But it's hard? Little froggy."
"It's not easy."
"I know."
Her hand
slips down.
Resting on the table.
"You're scared."
"...yeah."
Her heels
tap against tile.
"I won't let you screw up like I did."
She's not in her seat anymore.
"...Takanashi?"
⌠ 2 ⌡
Her footsteps are loud somehow.
I can only watch.
There's a small tear
on the back of her shoes.
Her socks have a small mud stain.
I can't look up.
Her voice rings too loud.
I can only catch snippets.
"Hey... Sorry... no right..."
Silverware clatters.
"...keeps looking, you know."
My croissant looks dried up.
"Could... stop pretending... he's invisible?"
My legs move
before I can process it.
Feet stumbling
in line.
Until her pink hair is in front of me.
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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...
