iii. warmth
He only felt cold
nothing else
just cold
He sat there
for a while
Unmoving
Impassive
Indifferent
He let out
a cold breath
He shivers,
pulls his jacket
closer to him
It didn't work
His jacket wasn't
thick enough to cancel
most of the cold
He tries not to think about it
Let himself adjust to the climate
"Uemura-kun?"
Immediately, he looks up
he recognized that voice
But he saw no one around him
Yeah, there was no way
she'd find him there
He sighs
I'm getting delusional
Maybe I should—
No, not now
He rubs his arms,
hoping to give himself
ample warmth
But it was futile,
it just wasn't enough
The warmth
she gave him was what
he yearned for
He shivers
and coughs,
feeling
helpless
hopeless
Should he go home?—
"Uemura-kun?"
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