“I’ll remember next time,” Mai said.
The Umbrella and the Unspoken Promise
Mai looked at the two hooks—one with a yellow umbrella, one empty. For three years, it had felt like a missing tooth. Now, it just looked like a promise waiting to be kept. my sweet elder sister series
They stepped into the rain together. The world shrank to the small, dry circle of yellow above them and the warmth of her sister’s arm. “I’ll remember next time,” Mai said
Yuna raised an eyebrow. “You said that last time.” “I’ll remember next time
Yuna laughed softly. “I had a break. And I heard a certain someone still forgets her umbrella every other Tuesday.”