Requested by a lovely reader. Tyty!

"Hello?" The brown haired boy said through the phone. He laughed with his son. Well his son's, they screamed while running around in their backyard. Their dog chasing the set of twins. They ran back and forth not having a care in the word. Forget what was to come in the boys's future. For now they did what makes them happy.
He almost remembered that voice.

"NO pLease STOP!" The younger girl screeched as the familiar boy tickled her. But he couldn't put a finger on the male touching his girlfriend. He growled and as she sat up and hugged the boy. His hands being forcefully clutched in between the Two. The boy wrapped his hands around her. They rocked back and forth. The hard pats of the boy watching' heart thudded loud. He was scared the two would hear it. He lightly coughed. The beautifully put together girl looked up to see her beloved boyfriend.
"Hey Taehyungiee!" She screeched getting up from the boy to go and hug her beloved. But he backed off. The girl pleaded for a response. Eventually he walked out on the girl.

The memory brought open a few healed bruises on his healed heart. He tried to smile through the phone .
"Hello? Who is this." He finally responded.
"This is Yu Y/N's brother. I recalling seeing you before you walked out on my sister I presume?" He boy on the other side of the line beckoned.
"Yes. I recall. What is the purpose of this call." He said gritting his teeth.
"Well Y/N has pictures of the two of you. If you want them I am sure you should come pick them up." He said, shuffling was heard through the rusty sounding phone speaker.
"Who are you to put away her things. She's a big adult. She can do it herself." He said situating himself on his feet.
"I'm her brother." His feet clanked on the ground coming to a stop. His mouth opened for a moment. He recollected himself and gulped down a long awaited explanation.
"Why can't you-" he cut the brother off.
"Why can't she drop them off?!" He almost yelled. He was becoming cold.
"She's dead." The line went dead as he dropped his phone. The pats against the ground as the phone hit the ground.

He now knew how truly sorry he actually was. Even if it wasn't a regretted letter this time.