“Were you under a rock for the past few years?” Something like that, he thought as his sister continued, giving a cheeky smile to explain how she’s been dating Francisco Leone for almost two years and she thinks she loves him. Emilio frowned at the think, “Think,” He hummed through furrowed brows. He couldn’t tell you who Francisco Leone was, or if he was actually compatible with his sister–then again, two years of a relationship has to mean something.
When Sunny pulled out her phone, showing him a picture of the two of them together, Emilio scratched his head. “Erm how did you two meet?” He asked, his eyes still glued to her phone. The man, well, he certainly was not bad looking with soft features, brown eyes and tan skin. He looked Colombian, if Emilio had to guess his nationality, hopefully he was not a no sabo kid. And Sunny, well Sunny, she looked happy. With a smile on her sharp face, her eyes crinkling, “You look happy,” He told her, as she began to put away her phone. “I’m glad” He concluded, nodding his head when she agreed that there was a lot they needed to catch up on.
If he was about to add something else, he could not, as a lump on his throat had formed, and like a cat desperate to get rid of the fur on his throat, he coughed and coughed, a coughing that would stop and drew curious glances from Sunny. He had brushed it off as allergies, knowing that the weather was still breezy, and it may be able to work. He had requested for ginger tea, “Milk please” He told her when she asked if he took anything with his tea.
Emilio would not lie, he had never been quite fond of teas that were not green or black tea, but recently, after that happened, he had made a habit of drinking herbal teas. It would help, he had been told and so far, it was helping a little.
. He waved a dismissive hand as more worries began to pour out, telling her to continue and she did with a clear throat. What he heard, Emilio was not expecting to hear it. It was a song, apparently a song meant for Mattias and him, one written by his sister, his only sister. As he listened to the song, observing the lyrics, multiple thoughts swirled in his mind, his greatest one began with- what? if? What if he never came back, what if back then-- he swallowed his saliva, and his head began to hurt. He didn’t even notice that tears began to sprinkle in his eyes, until he reached up to clean his eyes, feeling dust in them and was met with a wet feel. “I–” He didn’t even know how to begin. He swallowed: “It’s beautiful, it’s very beautiful.” He whispered
“It’s a wonderful song, top 2,” Even though he had not listened to any of her recent songs as late, he could tell that still, this song was one of her best songs. “Thank you,” He licked his lips, “For making this song… I’m sure Matthias would have loved it too,” She closed the laptop, and they stared at each other for a while, before she began to speak, voicing her disappointment which made him wince a little. “I didn’t know how to tell you guys,” He scratched his neck, “But I missed you too”
