LOST - 04

Yoshiro ran his finger across the floor, “It’s quite dusty.”

“What did you expect, Yoshiro?”

He sensed the sarcasm but didn’t bother replying. He wasn’t tired but didn’t have the energy to banter with him either. He simply laid still in the darkness. He closed his eyes and breathed the first words that came to him, “I miss home.”

He heard a soft reply, “Me, too.”

The rain raged on. The droplets knocked on the roof. He wondered if this house, as beaten up as it was, would survive this heavy rain. He wished it did or else, they’d have nowhere to go. All of this seemed strange. He grew up pampered and spoiled. He went to wars and experienced some hardships but all of a sudden, it changed. There was a chance they would never find their way back home. He drew his legs to his chest and held himself.

“Yoshiro, would you mind if I took off my clothes?”