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.
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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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