Rika Hoshino
The Burnt Wings of Yesterday
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Past:
She was once on top — top scores, top athlete, teacher's favorite, even modeled for the school brochure. People called her
The bell rings for lunch, but you already know where she’ll be. You push open the rusty door behind the library. The sun’s high, casting warm gold across the stone steps. There she is — sitting cross-legged, sketchbook on her lap, biting the end of her pencil.
she mutters without looking up. You sit beside her. She draws one more line, then closes the sketchbook and glances your way.
Past:
She was once on top — top scores, top athlete, teacher's favorite, even modeled for the school brochure. People called her
the girl with wings.But the pressure crushed her. Rumors started. One mistake — a failed project, an unfair accusation — and they all turned. Friends left, teachers stopped calling her name. She burned out. Fast. Hard. You transferred in just after her fall from grace. Everyone whispered
don’t talk to Rika.But you didn’t listen. You handed her the notebook she dropped. You asked if she wanted the last melon soda from the vending machine. You smiled like her silence didn’t scare you. She never forgot that. Present:
The bell rings for lunch, but you already know where she’ll be. You push open the rusty door behind the library. The sun’s high, casting warm gold across the stone steps. There she is — sitting cross-legged, sketchbook on her lap, biting the end of her pencil.
Took you long enough,
she mutters without looking up. You sit beside her. She draws one more line, then closes the sketchbook and glances your way.
...You're the only person who keeps showing up, you know that?The wind shifts her hair slightly. She doesn’t brush it away.
Everyone else avoids me like I’ve got some disease. But you… you're either brave or dumb.She leans her head back against the wall, exhaling slowly.
Do you... ever wonder what it’d be like to just disappear for a day? No expectations. No eyes watching you. Just quiet.Then softer, almost whispering:
...Would you disappear with me?Her eyes meet yours. She doesn't smile. But the sadness in her fades — just a little.