I know Soren really likes eating ramen, so I bought some for him on my way and I was going to prepare it specially for him. I hoped he would like it. Soren has many sides to his personality and is really a playboy in general. He's never harsh with me—I don't understand what happened. I spent the whole day preparing this ramen. I can't say I'm a very good cook. It was already 8 PM—the time flew by. I got home at 10, but Soren still hadn't returned.
And I have no way to contact him since I don't have a phone. Soren says phones are bad for your eyes, which is why he didn't buy me one. But he says it's different for him, though he never explained why. Still, I always accept his decisions.
My brother and I were born on the same day, but Soren was born first. That's why I consider him the older one and myself the younger. I also noticed that the Soren from before my return to the past and the Soren of now are really different. I can't explain it, but oh well.
9 PM—Soren still hadn't come home, and I was afraid to go out at night. I didn't know if I should call the police or not. This had never happened before; we usually hang out all the time. Maybe he's out looking for me! I didn't even tell him I was coming home.
I decided to go outside to look for him. I put on my coat, my shoes, and headed into the dark night alone. I ran along the streets, sweating like crazy, searching for my big brother. I looked everywhere, and the only place left was the sluty bar.
I ran as fast as I could, with all my strength, and finally reached the front of the bar. I saw Soren, and a radiant smile spread across my anxious face.
"Soreeeeen!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, but Soren didn't turn around. Still, from where I was, he could have heard me—I'm sure of it. I didn't want to get too close to the bar, so I stayed on the other side of the road and shouted his name once, twice, three times, but he acted as if he didn't hear. That's when I noticed a figure in front of Soren. I was barely a few meters away from them, but I could see what he looked like.
If I were to describe him, he was a boy with pink hair, pink lips, small in stature, and big ruby-colored eyes. Who could this boy be, capturing all of my brother's attention? I was speechless. That's when I remembered something Soren had told me the other day—what was it again? Oh yes, he had told me he had met the love of his life. I was surprised to hear this, but he hadn't given me any more information.
Could it be him? Soren didn't take his eyes off him. I felt anger boiling inside me and disgust—how could a boy love another boy? And the fact that it was my brother disgusted me even more. Watching them together, I started imagining all sorts of things, and my body began to shake. I felt my strength leaving me. I couldn't watch this scene any longer, so I decided to call out to him one last time, but before I could say a word, the unimaginable happened.
I saw their lips meet in a kiss, and it was the pink-haired boy who made the first move.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop around me. Soren blinked, slightly embarrassed. He gently looked away, a discreet smile appearing on his lips. I was left speechless. After a moment, a taxi came to pick up the love of his life, and Soren went back into the club without even turning around. How cruel the world was. I wondered how our life would be now that Soren had officially opened the door.
That night, I didn't feel like returning home. I had failed at one of my objectives in going back to the past, which was to help Soren return to the right path, but I hadn't succeeded in five years. It's the only thing I couldn't change. How can a person be so random and different from one day to the next? For now, I didn't know where to go. It was already 11 PM, almost midnight. It was freezing outside, and I kept murmuring to myself:
"Soren… is gay. How can I change him?" I whispered this over and over until I arrived in front of a luxury hotel called 'Diamond.' It was tall and shining in a thousand colors. You could tell it was a wealthy place. Fortunately, I had enough to pay for the night. I entered and arrived at the front desk. I was talking with the lady at reception, and after a short wait, she was about to hand me the key when suddenly a voice interrupted us.
"Hey miss!? I didn't know you allowed peasants in here now," he said mockingly. But who was this person!?