the tense atmosphere followed suit, and fortunately the bus arrived not too long after.
it was unsurprisingly empty, so i rushed to sit on the front row by the window, with you being a few seats away from me.
my gaze were fixated outside, but i couldn't seem to enjoy the scenery that passed as my mind was haunted with you— you, them, me, and us.
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Dead Leaves ↬ Akaashi Keiji ✓
Aléatoire[short story; lowercase intended] ❝ it's breaking, i can see the thing called the end ❞ in which a friendship between two people were meant to be temporary.
