Geto | 藤

He always saw you from his balcony. You came and went. Always in constant movement. You didn't even care if people were watching you or not. You just lived as if nothing was happening around you, while he just watched you with a cigarette in his hand.

Have you ever felt what he feel for you? Have you noticed that he watch you even at dusk, while the stars fill the sky and you prepare dinner to the rhythm of Jazz on the record players?

Geto usually spends his days writing poems, or just rambling in his notebook. But without a doubt his favorite pastime was getting lost in your silhouette.

He wasn't shy, but he wasn't charismatic enough to wave at you through the window. Until that night, while he saw you go out to get some air on your balcony, he decided to raise his hand to greet you, and for the first time; he gave you a warm smile.