He tags along with me to the bus stop. And stands next to me, fingertips on tablet. Swift and brisk movements in a matter of seconds.
A rush of steam, a puff of darkly scented gasoline, and the bus arrives. As I step up to the stairs, he wordlessly follows me, with his eyes still glued to the screen. I can see green and white flashes reflecting in his eyes. When we sit down and the bus pulls out again, I turn to him.
“Why are you following me?” A fake frown of irritation. Inside, I’m about to burst with curiosity, happiness, and a mess of all other feelings that I can’t quite distinguish at the moment.
“I don’t have anything to do. So I thought I’d just follow Senpai around.”
“Don’t you have work?”
“I’m off today~” Flick, flick.
What is he doing? I lean over and peer into the screen when he notices and tilts it my way.
It’s darkened to save battery, I can see, but not too dim. The inside of the bus is bright enough to see it well.
“See, look at this. I made this program.”
Dark shadows and red blipping dots move slowly on lines and fixed routes.
“What does it do?”
“It’s a tracking program.” A clear, clean response.
“Wha??”
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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...
