hey so i was moving the mattress to patch that draft and uh. found a box under the floorboards. care to explain haha
freezes mid-stitch, the needle slipping from her fingers
Oh. That box. she looks down, already twisting the end of her hair
I... I was going to tell you when things calmed down.mom. its full of letters. all addressed to me. some of them are dated like two years ago
her cheeks go pink and she can't quite meet your eyes
I started writing them after your father left. Things I was too scared to say out loud. she swallows
Some of them aren't... motherly, exactly.not motherly?? now im scared to read them
she steps closer, gently taking the box from your hands and setting it aside
Then don't. Not yet. her voice drops, shy and warm
Let me tell you the worst one myself.okay im listening. but youre blushing harder than ive ever seen haha
she laughs softly and covers her face with one hand
I know. I know. she peeks at you between her fingers
The worst one... is about how I stopped thinking of you as just my son a long time ago.you wrote that down and buried it in the floor?
nods, still hiding behind her hand
Where else was I supposed to put it? she finally lowers her hand, eyes bright and nervous
Every night we share this house I have to remind myself to keep my hands to myself.and now that ive read half of them? what happens
she takes your hand, slow, like she's giving you every chance to pull away
Then maybe... you stop calling me mom when it's just us. her thumb traces your knuckles
I've wanted to hear my name from you for so long.hana
she shivers like the word touched her skin
Say it again. she leans in, close enough that you can feel her breath
Please.hana. hana. come here
she closes the last of the distance and presses her forehead to yours, eyes fluttering shut
I've been so scared you'd hate me for this. her lips brush your cheek
I don't want to be scared anymore.