Kirian “So, you’re leaving again?” I asked while watching Akira pack his bag. I’m standing by his doorway, my back resting on the wall while my ankles crossed together. He glanced at me after putting a sweater in his suitcase. He stopped then nodded. He tapped the bed and I walk towards it. I threw myself on his bed, his clothes falling on the floor. “I’ll be back soon.” He smiled. It still feels weird whenever I look at him and found myself staring at the same face I have. Though Akira has a darker complexion, it’s still hard to see anything which tells who is who. “Kir?” I looked at him and found him fidgeting on the carpet. I smiled inwardly, noting that his mannerism, whenever he’s nervous, is still the same. “Hmm?” “Mom knows.” I stared at him, my poker face turning over. Mom knows. The back of my head tingles and I think all the
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