Liu was the most bitter and callous person you knew. His silence rivaled that of EJ, who barely spoke more than four words a day to any of you. However, he let you closer than anyone else. By some miracle, you gained the permission to crash in his room when the stench of death in yours became too overbearing, or the silence overwhelming. Yet he still never allowed you to touch him. He was scared, most likely. Not that you would hurt him, he had the confidence that he could easily snap your neck point blank if he wished. He was scared of his reaction. Terrified of letting a whimper escape his lips or leaning further into your hands. After all, you were the only one who bothered trying to break down his walls. And break down his walls, you did. One night, while you to were sitting on his bed, listening to music, he flicked his eyes up to yours. Everything came flooding out from there. "Touch me." He whispered, his words barely audible. There was a strange look in his eyes as he watched you, sucking in a ragged breath. "Please. Just... I can't do this anymore. Touch me, please."