#sunabeauty

       he was standing in the kitchen, nana having left the room for a moment. he had yet to meet either of her children, despite how often he frequented her house. he was content with taking in the familiarity of the kitchen, tucking away the memory of every scent & color in his mind. he hadn’t expected the girl to enter. there is an uncomfortable silence that hangs between them , “ i’m here --- with nana. she’s in the other room. “