そらちゃん (Sora-chan)
i would love to do that. i'll meet you on the 5 pm train?

i fiddled my fingers nervously as i waited for her reply.

why was i nervous? i didn't know,

i didn't want to know.

i left my room and saw my dad watching tv in the living room.

"Otousan, i'm going out later with Midori-chan

if that's okay."

he turned to me and

my heart stopped
w

hen i saw him smile.

it was rusty

but his smile lines broke through the firm exterior that had

sealed his soft  gentle face.

"alright," he confirmed.

my stomach constricted into a tighter knot as he turned back around

and said,

"have fun, Sora-chan."

his statement caused a sudden wave of compassion to wash over me

for the kindest person sitting in front of me who

was the dealt the cruelest of fates

and still he calmly carried on

yes, only existing

but he wasn't filled with hatred

just plain sadness.

i rushed over and pulled him into a hug feeling his thin frame beneath his shirt

he returned the embrace

giving me a gentle squeeze

and that was the final nudge before i

felt the tears crawling down my cheeks

face scrunched to stop them falling but failing miserably.

he didn't move

just sat quietly

and it almost irked me to hear the same familiar silence that

followed him around

constantly.

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