IZZY

Several Years Ago,

"What's that?" I asked, glancing at my brother who stood in front of his open locker, his gaze fixed on what appeared to be a love letter. It was the first time I'd ever seen him smile at the sight of a love letter.

"Do you know who wrote it?" I asked, nudging him on the side. He shrugged, refusing to avert his gaze from the paper in his hand.

"She has always been so obvious about her feelings," he commented.

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