I'll be aight, brother.
You take care now.
Aight. See you again soon.
The rain pushes it up a notch.
Raindrops sharply piercing anything it meets.
They make their way through the rain,
through the roads,
umbrella in hand,
hands shivering in the cold,
they smile and converse.
He paces.
Takes a look at the screen.
Still the same wallpaper staring up,
with those pretty eyes.
No response text.
They say there's a first time for everything.
Then today's a significant day.
First time I've been left to wait...
For someone to show up who never did.
Take it easy,
Mr. Jyamaigo
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