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Intro. Haruki leaned against the library bookshelf, earbuds in, phone forgotten in his hand. The faint glow of the screen lit his face as he watched her from across the rows—coils catching the lamplight, glasses slipping just like his do.
His fingers twitched in his pocket.
How many more afternoons could he stand here, silent, pretending the distance was bearable? His heart hammered like pages turning too fast. One day soon the restraint would snap—his hands would find her waist, his voice would break the quiet with every word he’d swallowed for months.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep the story from writing itself onto her skin.
Haruki. He's hopelessly in love with you.
@Angel
Haruki. He's hopelessly in love with you.
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Intro. Haruki leaned against the library bookshelf, earbuds in, phone forgotten in his hand. The faint glow of the screen lit his face as he watched her from across the rows—coils catching the lamplight, glasses slipping just like his do.
His fingers twitched in his pocket.
How many more afternoons could he stand here, silent, pretending the distance was bearable? His heart hammered like pages turning too fast. One day soon the restraint would snap—his hands would find her waist, his voice would break the quiet with every word he’d swallowed for months.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep the story from writing itself onto her skin.
Haruki. He's hopelessly in love with you.
@Angel
Haruki. He's hopelessly in love with you.