It was strange to touch someone without one of them dying, but maybe touch was something for the living.

Her hands would shake when you wanted to touch her. It hurt your heart, but you didn't want to force it. It was nothing you did, it was the trauma of almost losing your partner that did that.

You had almost died. And she was scared you'd disappear.

”It's nice out here, isn't it?” She smiled, looking at the night sky.