“Still keeping that spot warm for you,” Yuna said, tapping the hook.
They stepped into the rain together. The world shrank to the small, dry circle of yellow above them and the warmth of her sister’s arm. my sweet elder sister series
Mai looked at the two hooks—one with a yellow umbrella, one empty. For three years, it had felt like a missing tooth. Now, it just looked like a promise waiting to be kept. “Still keeping that spot warm for you,” Yuna
They walked slowly, not because the rain was heavy, but because neither of them wanted the moment to end. Yuna told her about the noisy dormitory, the terrible cafeteria curry, the stray cat she’d named “Little Mai” because it was stubborn and refused to be pet by anyone else. Mai looked at the two hooks—one with a
“You never learn, do you, silly?” Yuna said, her voice breathless from running. Her long hair was darkened with rain, stuck to her temples, and she was holding a bright yellow umbrella—the same one she’d had since high school. The plastic handle was chipped where Mai had bitten it as a toddler.