There was a knock on my door which jolted me out of my reverie.

“Haine? You alright?” Kazuma’s voice asked, soft and comforting.
I swear, this guy has some sort of a “Haine is Feeling Bad LTD Radar”, or something. He zeros in on me when he thinks I’m not feeling well.
“What, you felt a disturbance in the Force?” I joked, wiping my tears away. Good move, because the door swung open.
“Har, har,” he said. Kazuma looked a lot like mom; he had her vibrant green eyes, and his brown hair was always tousled. Mom used to chase him everywhere because of his sloppiness.

Yet again, there was an apron around his waist.
“Are you cooking?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yes,” he informed me.
“Talking in the monosyllabic language, I see,” I chuckled.
“Very funny, sis,” Kazuma said sternly, and he hoisted me off the bed.

He flung me over his shoulder.
“ HEY !” I protested loudly.
“No need to implode my eardrum,” he whined.

“Where are you taking me?!”