Five years have passed and now Rin was such the age. He looked at his mother, her now, once again, bulging belly carried yet another child. Her last one. Rin looked to his brother now who replied the look with a smile. His brother was ten. His eldest brother was packing all of his belongings now, ready to move away. Twenty-one was his age. His father was at work. His eyes caught Rin's, and Rin jerked his head away playfully. Too playfully. The bandage on the side of his face started to turn red, and Rin jumped up in surprise, pain filling his head. He yelled, the tears already spilling his eye. Then he sat again, clenching his hands together. Slowly, the blood stopped reaching and came to a finish. "Rin, I swear." His eldest brother, Cloren, spoke in a sigh, "You gotta stop crying..." His second brother, Karo, ran to him, "You okay?" He asked innocently. "... ...Yeah..." Rin looked to his mother. Their eyes met, then disconnected. She looked away and spoke nothing. Cloren grabbed some gauze and approached Rin in an easy glide.
celestialfarts · Sat Dec 15, 2007 @ 02:38am · 1 Comments |