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Here’s the future, Luigi has opened up quite a lot. They were sitting on the laminated floor.
After Mario balled his eyes out for twenty minutes, Luigi came clean. He felt like he didn’t belong, no matter who he talks to, no matter if he’s the most talkative person in the room or dead silent, he never feels like he’s meant to be here.
“What do you mean?” Mario asks, Luigi continues, “You can just go out a make a friend with anyone or anything, I can’t do that,” a mutter barely even audible to Mario’s ears,”I can barely look at people in the eye.” Mario placed a soft hand on Luigi’s shoulder, “Why didn’t you tell me this?” Luigi couldn’t, he just couldn’t.
“Why not?” Mario wanted to know, he never wanted to Luigi uncomfortable like he couldn’t talk to anyone. His brother was always brushed aside for his opinions, but Mario listened(no matter how stupid it sounded to other people), and he’ll continue to listen for the rest of his life.
Luigi laid his whole body on Mario, he wanted to stay in Mario’s arms for the rest of his life. A sigh flowed out his throat, “I don’t know…I just…I felt like I was stupid for feeling the this way. It’s just…I don’t think you would ever believe me if I told you.”
Mario fought back tears in his eyes, Luigi was pulled into a soft but crushing hug. Mario barely kept himself from squeezing Luigi so tight, Luigi nuzzled into Mario’s chest. “Hey Lou?” Hearing Mario’s tear-streaked voice stabbed Luigi right through his heart, “Y-Yeah?” Luigi stuttered back.
Look at me.
So Luigi looked,
Such a harden face was met with Luigi’s brown eyes. Mario was serious, “Please never do this to me ever again. You can talk to me, okay?” Luigi smiled sweetly, nodding.
Okay, he can do that.
Luigi is now respected in the town, really. Luigi is entirely remembered, some even took the effort say his name. Mario knows his potential and always make sure Luigi is in the spotlight.
He never let those feelings get the best of him most days, most. (He has bad days), the stones are easier walk on now, more manageable.
Thank you, bro. Luigi smiles at the sky, a brilliant and bright blue with puffy cumulous clouds, thank you so much.
Mario opens the back porch door and walked out, he inhaled the sweet smell of lawn grass. Closing the door behind him, Mario walks out to the lawn chairs where Luigi laid, he lounged next to him.
No problem, bro. Mario replied.
The stepping stones feel better on Luigi’s feet.