mute ; junhao

FIFTEEN

Once in the kitchen, Junhui dropped off the smaller one and wanted to make something to eat, but was held up by Minghao, who pointed to the note that was there the day before.

"Do you want to go on with it first?" the taller one asked a little confused and Minghao nodded. He just wanted to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible and then not be confronted with this topic anymore.

Junhui sat down at the table and knocked on his thigh, indicated to him to sit down. Shortly afterwards, Minghao sat down on his lap, took a pencil and began to write again, while the older man put his arms around him and placed his chin on his shoulder.

She had run into the middle of the street and didn't pay attention to all the cars. I called out to her to watch and get off the road, but she couldn't hear me. She definitely wanted her cuddly toy. I ran after her, was almost with her, but then it was too late. A car caught her. On the same day she died in hospital, her body just couldn't cope with the injuries. If I had been more careful or reacted faster, she would still be alive now. It's all my fault

Minghao finished his story and then leaned against the boy behind him, finally turned around on his lap and buried the face in his neck bend. "You did well...All well" said the older one quietly and went through everything again.

"But then why don't you talk? What has your voice got to do with it?" Junhui asked and drove the little one through his hair. 

Minghao then released himself again and began to write again:
Because of me she is dead. Had I perhaps shouted louder, none of this would have happened. That's why I don't talk anymore, because I didn't use my voice at the right moment, so I don't use it at all anymore

He explained and wrapped his arms around the bigger Chinese. At least he had that behind him now, but you never knew what was going to happen. But just now he was simply satisfied, in the arms of the older one he felt simply well.

But he couldn't know that in a few hours a very decisive message would come...