yuta
there she was again, collecting the tons of paper on the rough floor. this time i didn't rushed to help her, i just stood and thought.
i don't think it's because of the wind. and i mean like she wouldn't do this for my attention, she's not that type of person.
maybe it was really just the wind.
i walked to her, and grabbed a piece of paper. "we should stop meeting like this." i said and chuckled.
she looked up at me, she had pain inside her eyes and a painful smile was on her lips.
i knew something was wrong, but i didn't asked.
maybe it was too personal.