They walked slowly, not because the rain was heavy, but because neither of them wanted the moment to end. Yuna told her about the noisy dormitory, the terrible cafeteria curry, the stray cat she’d named “Little Mai” because it was stubborn and refused to be pet by anyone else.
Mai rolled her eyes, but she was already planning to buy a new umbrella tomorrow. Bright yellow. Exactly like Yuna’s. my sweet elder sister series
She sighed, watching the droplets race each other down the awning’s edge. It had been three years since Yuna, her elder sister, left for university in the capital. Three years of silent breakfasts, of doing her own hair (always lopsided), of walking to school alone. She was sixteen now, perfectly capable. But capable wasn’t the same as okay . They walked slowly, not because the rain was
“This time I mean it.”