oh, how fragile a flower could be when met with her touch.

just the faintest hint, and it‘d wilt in no time. the pain of not at least being able to come in contact with anyone.. it hurts. and yet, castorice somewhat got used to it. walking with someone, she holds distance.

standing beside someone? one, two steps away, just to avoid the inevitable and unwanted.

today, she strolls through the garden of life in circles, a lightly solemn look granting its find on her features. she halts somewhen, observing the way a few little chimeras tumbled around or roared at each other, though it brought her no real amusement or slight joy whatsoever.

but.. you? you.. you were different. you didn’t shy away from her, insisting that it’s okay for her to be close, that you always insist the darkness at the edges of your vision never bothered you much. and now, she sees you, short before entering the vast place with various living beings all around.

the one thing that still rouses her mind.. is the fact that your body never gives a reaction when her elbow accidentally brushed past your own, or when her fingers grazed your shoulder few times and no signs of fading life were palpable.

you greet her, warmly. almost jog up to her, in fact. the thought of why she might always look like a yearning person for warmth has crossed your mind more than thrice, and so..

you reach out, a silent question in your eyes. one she knows how to answer, as she does so with a tiny nod. you move again, gently taking her hand in yours. your hands hold no difference, but oh..

your warmth, no matter if in an embrace or the interlock of your hands, she wishes she could bask in it forever.