*Thud!*
A sudden thud sounded as someone enveloped me from behind.
At first, it was barely a touch, feeling more like the ghost of pressure against my back, as if the person wasn't sure whether they should even be there. The hesitant weight of arms lingered, neither tightening nor withdrawing.
I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Iris.
She wasn't one for closeness. She wasn't one for touch. In fact, since suffering her trauma, she was against opening up to anyone, not willing to display any sign of weakness.
And yet…
I felt her fists clench against my shirt, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing keeping her standing. Her whole body was stiff, trembling. Not with fear, but with something deeper.
For a moment, she just stood there.
Silent.
Frozen.
Then, ever so slowly, she stepped closer and buried her face against my back. Her grip tightened around my chest, like she was afraid that if she let go, she'd lose something she could never get back.