“I think I should go,” Watanuki says quietly. Eyes lowered, face turned away.
There is sunlight on the pavement, autumn blowing about your feet.
There’s no mark, once he’s gone.
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Two cups of green tea, and you think this was a mistake.
Watanuki doesn’t drink, although he follows the motions. His fingers curl around the cup, pale and long,
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