What is he doing here?
A doctor's appointment?
No way, since when was he a patient here?
Did he just come as a walk in?
A barrage of questions crosses my mind. I shake my head to clear it. It doesn't help.
My chest tightens, My face warms.
I realize and hastily run into the break room.
Thankfully, no one is there.
I tap my way into the adjoining bathroom and lean upon the sink, my back to the mirror.
A sigh escapes. It echoes in the small space.
He's here to mess up my rhythm, isn't he.
Just like old times.
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Rain Catcher
Short StoryAs rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feeling...
