Monday 1.10 Things forgotten

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Ran closed the door to his room, the latch shutting with a soft click. He stared at the floor, his conversation with Omi repeating in his head.

It didn't really matter who he was, did it? Ran? Aya? They were just names. He was Weiss. He was Aya-chan's brother.

It wasn't enough, though. It wouldn't be enough to make Aya-chan happy, no more than sitting by her comatose form had been enough.

It was becoming clearer that it didn't seem to be enough for his teammates, either.

As Ran forced himself to breathe out, he finally registered he was staring at a slip of paper on the floor. He unfolded it.

Ran-niisan,

I was going to talk to you earlier, but I was afraid I'd be disturbing you up on the roof.

I just wanted to apologize for today's events. I know you must have been very upset about it, and my questions must not have made it any easier. I respect that there are things in your life that you don't want to tell me right now, but I hope that one day you'll feel comfortable enough to let me know. I want to be part of your life.

Perhaps we could sit down for a long conversation some time? Sometimes it feels as though I don't know you. And I'd like to know you. I want to know you.

Your loving sister,
Aya-Chan

On the...

This had been from yesterday. The nightmare of the supermarket came rushing back to him.

Sometimes it feels like I don't know you.

His fingers tightened on the paper, and to his surprise a drop of moisture landed by his thumb. His shoulders slumped forward, but only for a brief moment. Straightening, he set the paper gently on his dresser, wiping the tear off. It smudged the words "don't want to tell."

He couldn't have that conversation with her right now, though. Not until he'd had a chance to clear his mind.

He would go and talk to her before it got too late, and then he would allow himself some time to walk and think.

Decided, he firmed his shoulders and went to knock on her door.