#038: Touch (Sakura)
When she touches Shaoran’s shoulder, the warmth of his sleeping body comforts her. He is more real than her fluttery memories that echo of inconsistency. Missing people almost make the memories she regains seem more like a string of visions; but she can feel the truth of them in her heart. No vision could be so textured with sounds, scents, and flavors. Even emotions colour her past.
Still, the feeling of Shaoran’s skin beneath her fingertips is more relaxing than remembering her father’s comforting embrace. The knowledge that he is safe and at peace is precious to her. She has no power over past hurts that plague him, but at least she is with him now.
That has to be worth something to him too.
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Still, the feeling of Shaoran’s skin beneath her fingertips is more relaxing than remembering her father’s comforting embrace. The knowledge that he is safe and at peace is precious to her. She has no power over past hurts that plague him, but at least she is with him now.
That has to be worth something to him too.
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