I peek at his new patient fill out form as I pause before shoving away into the depths of the alphabetized shelves.
The purpose of visit seems to be a cold. He didn't look it. Well, it is his usual style of clothing.
Even since I met him in high school.
He didn't wear scarves when he was cold.
He didn't wear a jacket when it was freezing outside.
He didn't wear shorts when it was hot.
Speaking of which, where has he been since then? Up until now, where had he been?
And, why did he suddenly decide to show up here?
Why here?
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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...
