letter | woosan

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When San returned home that day he once again couldn’t help but stare at the slowly wilting flowers on his desk. The blond boy did not make any sense to him. Why did he run away looking almost hurt?

And would he still send him these small letter every day? The doubt still preys on his mind that all of this was just a dumb joke from the smaller boy with his beautiful eyes who never even dared to look at him.

He sat down on his bed, eyes still fixed on the slowly fading red of the roses when he heard his room door open with a small head peaking inside his room.

The pink cheeks and the playful, glistening eyes reminding him way too much of the person he seemed to have on his mind constantly the past day.

“You are home?” the tiny voice bringing him back to reality San finally focused on his younger sister who carefully entered the room. He nodded and gave her an assuring smile.

She barely came to see him if he didn’t invite her first, probably because she did not want to interrupt him while doing homework or when he was lost in his thoughts.

His family knew that he wasn’t really the talkative type of person and someone who treasured his time alone but his sister seemed to be the only one who actually cared about that.

To signal her that he was glad to have her enter, he spread out his arms for her, making a big grin appear on her face as she took a run and jumped on the bed, landing on his chest. For a second the brother could feel the air leaving his lungs.

This was definitely easier when she was only 5 years old and barely weighed more than their dog back then. Now the girl in his arms looked up at him with her puppy eyes and raised a hand, pinching his cheek. In return he looked at her a bit confused and she pouted.

“Are you alright?” she eyed him up with concern and he couldn’t help but feel warmth spread inside of him. It was nice to have someone who cared about him and the fact that she picked up on his irritated mood lately proofed that she really did.

“It is nothing, don’t worry about it.” While he talked the girl had spotted the flowers and looked back at him.

“You should probably get new ones before they look completely dead.” The look in her eyes made clear that this was not exactly what she wanted to say. He never kept flowers in his room before and she knew that he wouldn’t if they didn’t have an important meaning to him.

He just shook his head before starting to tell her about the boy he got the roses from while she listened carefully, a knowing smile on her lips.