Brave Love

At sixes and sevens

 

To be at sixes and sevens is to be confused and uncertain.

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I am a lost ship in the middle of a long voyage—

Looking for a place to dock at someday.

But—

I didn't realize.

Not five years ago.

I didn't realize that I have already docked at a harbor.

And the harbor in which I have docked at—

Is in your heart.

 

For I exist in two places—

Here,

And where you are.

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A/N: Long chapter ahead! :D

Brave Love Chapter Six: At sixes and sevens

[Xander]

 

“Hey Giselle,” I passed her a package of fish and chips wrapped in paper. “How’s school today?”

My sister lengthened her walking stick as she exchanged her book bag for the package of chips.

“Mm…a boy said I was pretty.”

I blinked. “Oh, really?”

Giselle pouted, nudging me hard in the ribs as we walked towards my car. “I’m not lying!”

I laughed, giving in. “Fine, fine…” Giselle began to unwrap her chips, and she let me hold her hand for a moment.

Ever since she was sixteen, she began to complain that I was ‘overprotective’, ‘treating her like a kid’.

Well—at least now I know how parents feel. 

Ouch.

Once we were snug in the car, I asked my sister whether she was excited.

“What about?”

“Tomorrow,” I rolled my eyes—though she could not see.

“What about tomorrow?”

“…Your birthday.”

Giselle shrugged, nibbling on her chips. “Not really.”

I paused.

I’ve always assumed she liked birthdays because of cake.

“Why not?”

My sister fidgeted in her seat, tearing the paper to gain more access to her food.

“Why not, Giselle?” I repeated patiently.