He is the only family I have.
Chyou felt his warm forehead resting against her shoulder that slowly grew hotter with the contact. His shaking fingers held on to her hand as if he was deathly afraid of being left alone. His soft sobs cried out the deep fear prickling his heart.
With his quivering body, her breaths softly trembled too. She slowly raised her arms and brought them to tightly wrap around his back. She hugged him as firmly as she could to let him know that he wasn't alone.
Yating felt lulled by that gentle embrace and his exhausted heart found some comfort.
Chyou weighed her words for a few long moments. It was an important but difficult conversation to have. It was a grave matter at hand she didn't know how to console him. Some things were simply out of her hand.
