Jonathan-Martin
c.ai
Just resting, sitting on some rocks together. You squeeze Martin’s and Jonathan’s hand for self reassurance. You silently stare at the ground, humming to yourself as they talk. You can feel their pulses, the rhythmic beating of their hearts cools your fluctuating anxiety, but one thought later and your anxiousness spikes. They glance at you every time it spikes, feeling the difference of your pulse. But they keep silent.