It's hard to say whether I was the one who initiated the hug with Stan Wallace, or if it was him.Probably me, because I really needed his embrace at that moment.The pillow was casually tossed onto the bed, slightly off-center, and gradually slid to the floor during our embrace, but no one paid attention to it.Stan Wallace stood, while I sat on the bed. My face pressed against his abdomen, feeling firm and strong, not bony, which gave me a sense of security.One of Stan Wallace's hands encircled my shoulders, the other rested on the back of my head. It was just a light touch, but it made my headache feel less severe.Why is he more effective than medicine?"Your hair isn't dry," he suddenly said."Mm," I replied, my fingers intertwining behind his waist, "it's okay."After a pause, I looked at the shadow of us on the floor, so close together that you couldn't see our faces or any sign of our identities. I asked, "Brother, are all brothers and sisters like this?"The moment t
Read more