everytime · kagehina

three

shouyou

i went inside the library and i felt warm. the smell of the library is the smell of nostalgia.

i roam around the bookshelves, where the books is already old and rusty. a golden ray of the sun hit through past the tall window with the shadows of a tree blocking it. what a heartwarming feeling, i thought to my self.

time passed by, i decided to go at back part, where i thought no one was there.

yeah, i was wrong.

i saw a boy sleeping, beside the books he brought with him at the table.

when i got a closer look, his eyes were swollen and there were tear traces from his cheeks.

he looks like he's at ease,

but no.