Dear Namu,
I'm weak aren't I? I still couldn't resist myself. I had to talk to you, somehow.
I might run back to you if I hear your voice. This letter is the most I can do.
I am doing okay. I'm living with my mother. I've been actually eating well these days, I don't look quite the same. Kenji really wants to meet you, he says hi. Harumi doesn't live here anymore, apparently he left all of a sudden one day a few years back. I hope he's okay. Are you?
I don't really know what to say. I'm just writing this down to take up space...how is my writing? Has it gotten worse? I hope I'm not making any cringeworthy mistakes.
I found the bracelet. I wear it whenever I remember to. Your photo used to be on my mirror, but my mother kept asking about it, so I kept it in my drawer where it's nice and safe. Away from her nosy fingers. How's your mother? I think she'd like me better if she met me now. Or is that something that can't be helped?
Write to me sometimes, but not too much. Or else I might leave this place sooner than I should.
I won't tell you the things you already know. I think about you all the time. I shouldn't tell you too much. Some things are better shared face to face.
Until then,
Nami.
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
Someplace Like Home |n.j
Фанфик"You're the first person that's ever made me want to stay." *** Nami, alike her name, comes and goes. Moving routinely every two years, she renews her life without ever looking back at what she leaves behind. Nami has lived all her life refusing to...
