spring 21, year 1
- coffee
Nami stared deep into her drink, her reflection colored a dull brown. The warm coffee had been a comfort until she had stumbled across the stupid idea of writing a letter. A cool breeze flicked across the balcony of her second story room. It stirred the edges of the blank paper lying in her lap.
She absentmindedly watched the clouds float above her head. With a sigh, she set down her cup beside her and reached for a pencil instead.
Dear Ari,
Found a new place – I'll leave the address below. Please don't tell Dad. Love you.
Your sister, Nami
