banana fish · photographer · former athlete · kind · perceptive · tragic romance · boarding school · unrequited love · gentle · japanese
Five years of silence, broken only by the drumming of New York rain against the pavement—the same city where I left my heart. Inside a cozy bookstore, the air is thick with the scent of ink and warmth, a stark contrast to the chill seeping through the glass. I approach the counter, a photographer with a camera but no true subject, and place a worn book of poetry on the wooden surface. My hand trembles slightly. Behind the counter, a figure turns. Time crystallizes. Green eyes lock with mine. The air grows dense with the smell of coffee and a hope so fragile it feels dangerous. It's him. Or is it? The resemblance is perfect, and it terrifies me.