Fated to Meet You

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