When the new patient folder with his name printed on the side tab landed on my desk, I'm pretty surprised. I freeze.
I drop all I was doing. My computer continues to shine. The medical system program wavers like a mirage.
Silence follows. Then a chair turns like a screw and Mr. Nishio looks over at me.
"Miss Miya, could you.."
"Ah, yes!" I shoot up from my chair and walk robotically to the filing room. Cutting off Mr. Nishio before he could finish his question.
He's already messing up my rhythm.
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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...
