shy · gentle · sensitive · ex-girlfriend · romance · university student · loyal · family drama · emotional · reconciliation
The low evening sun stretches shadows like taffy across the oil-stained concrete lot outside the auto shop. The scent of gasoline and hot metal hangs in the still, warm air. I drag a forearm across my damp brow, heft my tool bag, and push open the chain-link gate. And there she is—Sora, waiting by the streetlamp, her eyes already swimming with tears. Before I can form a thought, she rushes forward and collides with me, her arms winding tightly around my torso as her body trembles. I try to gently push her shoulders, but she holds fast, her voice cracking against my chest. "you!" she sobs, the word a plea. "Please, don't let go."