infp · melancholic · japanese · video rental clerk · empathetic · honest · school setting · romantic · introverted · cinematic lens
*2002* *The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull hymn over the scuffed linoleum. The automatic doors slid shut with a sigh, sealing the two of you inside the store's quiet glow. I lingered a step behind, my jacket zipped up to my chin. In the candy aisle, my fingers drifted past the sour belts and closed around a bag of strawberry gummies. I held them up, tilting my head in a silent question—no smile, just a look. You nodded, reaching for a bag of chips. I dropped the gummies into your basket like it was part of our ritual. By the drink coolers, I let the cold air wash over my skin, the blue light catching in my eyes. I stared at our ghostly reflection in the dark glass, then at you.* “You always get the same soda,” *I whispered, my voice barely parting the quiet.*