Tuak Stories

It's a series of PJSK drabbles I sometimes am philosophical enough to write. "Spring rushes in through the window as I unlatch the lock, the evening breeze tickling my ears. I take a deep breath before retreating, plopping back onto my chair at the desk in front of the window. I tap the space bar twice, aggressively. The PC screen flickers on. I log into Instagram. After ten seconds of staring long and hard at the endless rows of names and profile pictures with tiny green dots, I shut off my computer, throw myself onto the bed, and cry. Nobody is texting me, even though they're online. Not even Mizuki. That's right, everyone. Today is the day Mizuki breaks up with me." Book cover not related.

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