we returned to her street reluctantly

but glad to be escaping the cold.

as we crossed the path to her front gate

droplets of rain started to

f
    a
         l
             l

slowly then faster and heavier

sinking bruises into the dirt beneath our feet.

i accompanied Midori to her front door where we were greeted by a

small, plump woman

with blonde hair pulled back in a bun

and an apron on her front.

"Midori! there you are, dear.

i was wondering where you had run off to-

oh, who is this?"

the woman smiled, lines surrounding her mouth from what seemed

years of laughing.

"Tante, this is Sora-san," Midori said hesistantly.

i watched as the woman beamed at me

we were around the same height which was something i wasn't used to.

"well, Sora, you can call me - Obachan, is it?"

i nodded

surprised at the friendliness she exerted after Midori's description of her uncle.

"now, now, you must come inside until the rain stops," she urged

and i followed her into a warm room

hoping i wasn't intruding

and also noticing how homely it seemed inside

despite a house that was only months lived in

compared to our own:

years occupied and still,

cold

and empty.

[please tell me what you want to see more of in this story - characters, places, interactions, etc. i'd love your input!
also i've just started using Tap. so if anyone has some story suggestions there, please let me know! the whole app is very confusing atm lol]