★・・・・・・★ ⊱♥⊱ ★・・・・・・★
★・・・・・・★ ⊱♥⊱ ★・・・・・・★
“I only wrote a few. They just reminded me that he wasn’t here.” His voice was the outward projection of her heart. Ayla also felt her throat tighten, but she only cleared her throat—this wasn’t her first rodeo. “And that’s okay, Tae. We—people, process so completely differently and that’s maybe why no one has found the secret to grief. I-I can’t tell you how to feel, or even move forward. I can only tell you what’s worked for me. But, from what I’ve gathered… you’ve taken the training wheels off your bike already, Tae. Even if you fall, scrape your knee occasionally,” although her brows were bent empathically, a smile tugged on her lips. “You’ve come so, so beautifully far, Tae. And that’s amazing, and worth celebrating, even if we know we’ll always a feel a sort of… joy and grief, they co-occur.”
Aylas smile had softened as she listen to him. She created synthetic memories of young Tae and forever Isaac, sitting together, Isaac putting the guitar in his arms. Teaching him to cradle the neck, his fingers over Taes teaching him cords. How they’d laugh about the indents on Tae’s hands, the calluses on Isaac’s. She locked this deep in her heart, to never see the new light in her little brothers eyes. “I don’t know, just knowing that he played the same instrument is comforting.” “One day can you play for me?” she blurted.
“Dongsaeng! You smoke?” Ayla squealed, eyes wide, dropping the basket to turn and look at him. Miraculously not spilling any glitter. She blinked, realizing she should reel it in. Mostly, not big sister Tae and lose the chance to learn new stuff about him… like him smoking. Probably asparagus… Mary Jane…420…bud…. Pot… sigh weed. Marijuana! She bent down the pick up her heavy basket—totally not an excuse to hide her face while she reeled it back in. Quietly—breathe in, breathe out. Okay, she got it out of her system. With one big swing Ayla put her basket on Taes bed. “You could soooo use some glitter in your room.” she put her finger on her chin, turning around in slow circles pretending to be an interior designer.
★・★ @Caticorn | Tae …. I’m soooo sorry about the wait Cati!! ★・★