In the afternoon, he deliberately waits by the stairwell, idly dribbling a basketball as he waits. She stands behind the door, fully dressed with her schoolbag on her back. At the first thump of the ball, she opens the door.
The old iron door scrapes against the ground with a metallic rasp. To him, it's like a signal. He pretends to walk ahead without noticing her, and she follows behind as if they just happened to meet.
It will take until some summer, years from now, for them to realize this was never a coincidence.
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Because of summer, I get to see someone.
Because of someone, I start looking forward to summer.
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"Memories of summer are the legacy of the lives we've lived."
Mutual pining / First, only, and devoted love
Shy, cool girl x cocky, smug boy
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