XV: Nice Shoes

69 7 1
                                    

XV: Nice Shoes

            / Dedicated to Ajshe for being such a delightful person, I am totally waiting for ‘Ray gets the Nay’ for those who are interested in reading some ‘taygetsthegay’ then I suggest you start reading Ajshe’s first! <3 /

 

            Farleigh could not register the words that her brother faltered. The way her hands entwine each other as if she is wrestling with herself and of Gregory’s invisible hand, she wants to remove the sneakers like it is an imperative order. But the sneakers she wears are old yet not old enough to display it as a limited edition. But for her, it is limited edition. For her it is like a thousand times worthier than a small speck of gold in a dark bucket in Columbia.

            “I can’t believe this,” she murmurs. Her tears fall down just because she is overreacting, after dinner she could probably think what might have been the best way to throw it away or burn his letters. A knock on the door sends her shivering, the single tap is like Gregory’s yet the hands that knock on the wood are more fragile. It’s Alexander’s.

            “Yes?” she yells.

            “It’s dinner.”

            She stands up to take the letters away but her persistent brother keeps on irritating. With his grating smile, she just wants to punch him really hard that he would have to learn his own lesson. She opens the door and gives a blatant remark with a stony face. “I know.”

            Her younger brother scans her from head to toe and then he notices it as she paired with knee-high socks. “Nice shoes.”

            Nice shoes, she says metaphorically. Maybe it’s okay to keep it instead of throwing the goddamned sneakers he wanted to give her. It’s hard to throw something that’s gifted with so much memories, what more if it’s Greg’s teenage shoes? Could she still fit in? Could she bulge in the remaining of her toes to the sole? Nothing much left to say but to keep quiet.

            “Thank you,” Thank You Gregory but I would have to pass that imperative sentence. Orders are meant to be forgotten. 

his red sneakersWhere stories live. Discover now