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- gay love story part 13 -

Faith suddenly sprinted from the room. Was it something I said? Something I did?

I followed him out and that's when I heard gasping. I could hear Faith's voice but he wasn't speaking in English so I didn't understand him.

I followed the sound of his voice to his sister's room. She was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.

I stood in the doorway, not sure what to do.

"Eli! Downstairs! Kitchen! Blue sticker! Inhaler!" Faith yelled, watching his sister in panic.

I ran as fast as I could to find the blue sticker in the kitchen. There was a drawer with a blue sticker on it, sure enough. I opened it in a frenzy and saw an inhaler first thing.

I also saw a plastic bottle-like thing that the inhaler was in. I brang it too. I hurried up the stairs back to his sister's room.

She was still breathing, and Faith snatched the inhaler out of my hands, did something with the plastic and stuck the inhaler on the other side.

He held it up to her mouth yelling a word in Japanese.

"Kokyu suru! Kokyu suru, Sakura!" He kept repeating.

I had no idea what to do. I kind of awkwardly stood there.

Hope started breathing slower and more steadily. Faith carried her over to her bed and put a stuffed animal in the shape of a panda.

He whispered something in Japanese and she nodded, closing her eyes. I was pretty sure she was asleep.

We walked back to Faith's room.

"What was that?" I said softly.

"Hope has asthma, she must have had an attack." Faith explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry." That made much more sense. "I also noticed, I'm assuming you called her Sakura? I thought her name was Hope."

"Oh that." Faith nodded. "Our father is American so he named us. But my sister and I gave each other Japanese names as well, but we only call each other that."

"That's cool!" I said. "So what's yours?"

Faith smiled a little. "It's even more girly than my English name. I think. Hope chose it for me."

"So what is it?" I pressed.

His smile turned into more of a grin. "I guess you'll never know."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll have to guess it then."

"It's not like I'm going to tell you if you're right." Faith shook his head.

"Could you at least tell me the meaning?" I asked.

"Fine," he sighed. "It means 'connected love.'"

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