Always warm and welcoming. Never sad when he held me.
My dad had big hands too, they would hold me tight like they would never let go. They would wrap around my arms, always welcoming.
I rarely saw them sad.
Then my dad left when I was 5, no one knew where he went. Brother didn't cry when dad left, " He'll come back…" he would always say.
But he left a note saying "I'll always love you." He would send letters with no address. But one day he stopped. We didn't know if he was alive or dead.
I only had my brother. But he was enough. He took care of me, held me, and raised enough money for us…mom was there too, but when she held me her hands would feel so fragile and delicate. I would think she would break. But she never did, she was stubborn. But she soon broke when dad left.
Brother's hands were the only things that kept me from crying. Kept me wanting to live.
Then he entered the military when I was 9. Before he left he would never leave my side, and I would never leave his.
Mom recovered before he left, mostly recovered.
I think she noticed that I would need help. That she would need to support me. She got a job and held me again before he left. Brother would always send letters, every week. He never stopped; I sent letters every week too. This made me happy, knowing he was thinking of me.
When I turned 12, mom fell ill. Her clam, gentle voice turned cracked and hoarse.
…She died 3 months later. Her will went to brother but he said " Roxas needs it more. Give it to him." So I got it.
Two years later I moved in with my cousin, Sora. He's nice. So is his mom.
At age 14, I switched schools. And then I met him.
Meeting him was like every other time. Every body talks to the new kid. He walked right up and smiled. He had many friends with him. All very nice and funny, especially Demyx.
But most important, He had those hands, just like brother's, warm and welcoming. They were always so gentle but rough. He smiled at me all the time.
He would hold me, always, like he would never let go.
I couldn't be sad near him. Cause every time he would hold my hand and say "I love you." I would trust him more, wanting him to hold me tighter and tighter till I would explode.
He said he would never leave.
…But…he left; no body knew ether, just like dad. But no note, no letters or anything. I asked his parents, but they didn't know. They were extremely worried also.
And again, I couldn't do anything. Sora always tried to comfort me. He said "try to forget."
But how could I? I loved him. His red hair, his tear shaped tattoos, his smile, his warmth. I loved it all.
But he was gone, and I had to face reality.
I dunno if i should finish this. Please comment and say if you want me to or not. cause i really don't know.