When I miss you

Butterfly Effect

The sky gradually darkens, and the fiery clouds step into a black-feathered cotton quilt for a short rest, while the inconspicuous rental house remains bright as day.

********，**********************，***************。

Frank sat on the sofa with his hands folded together, not knowing how long he had maintained this posture. The living room clock ticked and ticked, and his heart seemed to have been punctured with a small hole at some point, like an hourglass draining Frank's blood.

************，************。************，*******************，**************。

Aletta won't deceive me. She said if she promised to come see me today, she will definitely come. Frank took a deep breath and repeatedly told himself not to panic. Aletta will definitely come back home.

Aletta *****。************，******。*********，**********。Aletta ******。

At the beginning, the initial shock and panic reached their peak, all turning into raging flames burning, at this moment, only ashes remain, and a bone-piercing coldness sweeps through the whole body. Frank feels that his limbs should be numb, otherwise, why can't he move?

**************，***********，***，*****，***********。***************，**，********？

As long as aletta comes back, he will never refuse her again, as long as she comes back, it's good.

** Aletta **，********，*****，****。

If it does not exceed 24 hours, the police will not file a case.

*********，*******。

Until she left abruptly, Frank realized that he knew very little about her in these years.

*******，******************。

The short needle goes round and round to the starting point, and a new cycle begins, followed closely by the long needle. They were once so close, but the distance between them grew larger and larger, so much so that Frank could no longer keep up with Aletta's footsteps.

************，*******，******。********，************，*****************。

Accompanied by a creaking sound, the door was pushed open. Frank stiffly turned his neck and looked towards the door.

****，*****。**********，*****。

In the air as turbid and silky as milk, as if mixed with crushed nuts, Frank blinked his eyes with difficulty.

Brother! You're back!

frank bathed in the dim yellow light, the whole person seemed like a sculpture descending from the sky. As the wings flapped, it stirred up a silent butterfly effect in her heart.

Aletta took two quick steps, like an enthusiastic little dog welcoming its owner home, and plunged into Frank's arms.

Frank, who was about to get up from the sofa, was hit and fell back. His hands instinctively protected the back of Aletta's head. Even if the backrest of the sofa disappeared and he fell to the ground, he would still protect Aletta.

Frank felt a slight warm itch rising in his neck, scratching him like a cat's claw.

He licked his dry, cracked lips due to not having water for a long time, and wanted to ask where Aletta had gone and why she only came back now. And what's the story behind the farewell letter on the table.

Frank caressed Aletta's soft hair, pondering how to speak appropriately, when a soft sob, as light as a feather, came from her embrace.

All words turn into a sigh, floating in the air like a hydrogen balloon.

Random meaning... Frank gently patted her back. He didn't know what had happened to her. The last time he saw her crying so sadly, what had he done?

It seems that her tears seeped into his heart through her skin, and his heart was clenched and twisted, squeezing out sour water.

His voice fell from above, ethereal and elusive. The person in his arms trembled, holding him tighter, as if wanting to merge him into her body. Frank felt a slight coolness on his neck, still damp and spreading.

In that moment, Frank inexplicably felt that Aletta might have been a fairy grass in her previous life, and perhaps she also had to return all her tears to him in this life.

aletta, do you know what to eat in the summer to avoid mosquito bites?

Frank stared at the red and swollen area on Aletta's arm, racking his brains to make her laugh. He searched his mind but could only think of this. However, he couldn't bear to see Aletta cry again.

aletta did not move, she has always been indifferent to her brother's jokes.

Does Aletta want to drink water?

Frank came up with a way to appease the child. This trick was something he had read in a book before, and it was said to be very effective in stopping children from crying. Frank decided to use this method on Aletta, not because he wanted to stop her from crying, but because she was always calm and quiet. It pained Frank to see her cry. Fortunately, this trick worked like a charm every time, or else Frank would have felt like he had won unfairly.

Sure enough, upon hearing these words, Aletta poked her little head out from his embrace.

The bright red nose is like a wet kitten's nose, with eyes like glass, containing a sparkling water color, quietly watching Frank. The eyelashes tremble lightly, and tears suddenly roll down, like raindrops shaking off in the new green lotus leaves after the rain.

Frank held her face with both hands, and gently rubbed the corner of her eye with the pad of his thumb, wiping away the tears that were about to fall.

Brother will pour water for you. Frank's mouth corners showed a gentle curve, speaking slowly, as if afraid of disturbing a dream.

The answers to those questions are far from being as vividly presented in front of him as Aletta. Frank didn't ask anything, he only knew that Aletta still needed him to pour water now.

Frank stood up from the sofa, gently stroked Aletta's head twice, and walked towards the kitchen to pour water.

Aletta quietly followed him like a small animal with the imprinting effect, and followed him from the sofa to the kitchen, imitating his every move.

Frank didn't expect her to follow him, and in the instant he turned around, he almost bumped into her.

Despite Frank braking in time, the water in the cup still spilled out due to inertia, wetting her chest.

Aletta is wearing a one-shoulder light yellow dress, and her delicate skin emits a radiant pearl-like luster under the white light. The light yellow color makes her tender and gentle demeanor even more apparent.

In the place where Frank cannot see, the water droplets are like raindrops on a glass car window, winding all the way to her cleavage. Aletta suddenly feels a vague itch below.

Too close, it seems that as long as Aletta spreads her arms, she can imprison him on the kitchen counter.

Frank caressed the cup wall, his Adam's apple rolling unnaturally up and down. Aletta drank the warm water in the cup with the slightly cool touch of his backhand.

Frank just remembered the flying fish potato chips that he had been thrown at the entrance a few hours ago.

Brother bought flying fish fries, but they have already gone cold. Wait a moment, brother will heat them up, it will be ready soon...

Just a few steps out, the hem of his clothes was suddenly pulled, and Frank was still wearing the shirt he had left the company in.

Aletta lowered her head in frustration, Frank turned around too quickly and missed the kiss. When she looked up again, she saw Frank smiling mysteriously at her.

Her eyes were so unadorned, staring straight at Frank, her bright and shiny pupils radiating a moist luster, making it hard for anyone to refuse.

Although he knew it in his heart, Frank was really afraid that his sister, who had just started on the right track, would fall back into old habits. He didn't dare to take a chance, he only hoped that his sister could always walk in the sunshine.

Frank turned his head unnaturally, looked around, and said, 'Aletta, why don't you go take a shower first...'. Although it was already summer, the temperature in the early morning was still not high, and it was uncomfortable to have wet clothes sticking to the body.

Frank hadn't finished speaking when he saw Aletta's back as she walked quickly to the bathroom, and all that came floating in the wind was the excited word 'good'.

Frank realized belatedly that his words seemed ambiguous, but it was already too late to stop.

He shook his head helplessly, walked to the entrance, hooked his finger, picked up the plastic bag, returned to the kitchen, put the flying fish and chips into a plate, and put it in the microwave.

Forget it, I'll talk to Aletta clearly later, he thought.