Will You Stay?
A brave promise in the attic
The next night, I climbed up into the dark attic.
I carried a and Yuki's little notebook.
The attic was , cold, and very quiet.
My heart was beating, but I took a deep .
"Yuki, are you here?" I asked into the dark.
For a moment, nothing moved and nothing answered.
Then I heard a soft near the window.
"Please do not go," the small said sadly.
I turned and saw the pale girl from before.
This time, I was not of her face.
"I will not run away," I said to her gently.
"I found your notebook, and I read your story."
Yuki's eyes grew wide, and then she began to cry.
"Everyone left me," she whispered in the cold air.
"I will stay and be your friend," I promised her.
"I will visit this attic every single day," I said.
She smiled for the first time, soft and warm.
"Will you really me?" Yuki asked quietly.
"I will never you, Yuki," I answered truly.
The cold air around us slowly began to feel warmer.
Yuki told me she had waited for a friend.
She had been in this house for years.
Now, at last, someone knew her name and story.
But she said, "Soon I will have to go."