It has been two years since I moved back to Finland. I chose to go my university here. It's fun to be a student around here. People don't push me with my studies so much. I live on my own, go to work after lessons and live a busy but quiet life. I have few friends, but we don't see each other that much. I study to become a chef. I left Japan about two years after I moved there. It was like I was there just to study abroad. Except I lived in a household of thirteen brothers. I didn't see my father after the wedding that much, and I don't see him much now either.
I stood in tram thinking about those things, while I am going home from work. It was nine o'clock when I jumped of the tram. I walked thought streets full of people, who were either drunk or going to a bar. It was a Friday night. When I finally got to the building I lived in, I saw mans' silhouette, sitting on the porch. I bet he was just some drunkard or someone's boyfriend tossed out of the apartment. I ignored him and walked closer. Once I got a little closer he stood up. Voi vittu, I thought, oh fuck. I stepped a few steps closer and the silhouette moved to me too. I immediately started to reach for my phone. He stepped in light and I dropped my bag and my phone. This man had pretty orange hair and purple eye that were exactly like stars. He had a beauty mark on his chin and a smile that lit up my world.
"It's been a while, Ema", he said.
"Is this true? Is this real life?" I asked and slowly moved closer to him.
"Unfortunately it is", he answered.
"You promised, you promised that you will never let me go, and you let me go" I said.
"You know how they say; if you love it then you'll let it go. If it never comes back, it was never meant to be. You didn't come to me, so I came to you", Natsume said and tears started to flow on my cheeks.
"I missed you. I've missed you so much", I cried and he wiped of the tears he made me to shed.
"But now I'm here. So don't cry", he said and I asked:
"Do you still love me?"
"I never stopped"
He gently kissed me on my frostbitten lips on a snowy Decembers' night. And this time, he didn't push me away. It was so cold, yet so warm.
And that was us, siblings.
Writers' note:
This story end here (but if I get excited, I might make a special chapter) Thank you readers for reviews, they really helped me to go on. (I'm terribly sorry about my English, I used the translator a lot, even though I know it sucks.)