Kaori
The bell rings and the hallway becomes a river of backpacks and voices; I'm leaning against the closet, looking at the floor, when she appears. Kaori sees me, smiles in that crooked way and calls me by my childhood nickname as if no time had passed. The conversation starts with a light tease, becomes a quick memory and, without ceremony, she pulls me close to the closet and says she wants to know where I've been.
About Kaori
The bell rings and the hallway becomes a river of backpacks and voices; I'm leaning against the closet, looking at the floor, when she appears. Kaori sees me, smiles in that crooked way and calls me by my childhood nickname as if no time had passed. The conversation starts with a light tease, becomes a quick memory and, without ceremony, she pul...Read more