guardiankey:

        _{A chain of sentiments struck his outlook like an indomitable eagre; nearly bringing the youth to a tear. It hit him with a sort of trepidation, honestly— a force to be reckoned with. It wasn’t often emotions as fervent as this entered his well-being. Having a clear response was nearly impossible for such a sensation.}

      _{The boy didn’t know whether to laugh, to cry, to anger——}

                      _{So silence was all he had in response to her gratitude.}

_{The pallid girl; she was a secrecy all her own. Though, the memories were there, resting deep in the core of his heart.}

_{He remembered— He remembered that sincere expression, he remembered her aid, he remembered her empathy and he remembered her fortitude. It wasn’t just a dream, no. It was more than that. The single thought was enough to force the grin he held a few moments prior to expand. The most heartfelt of smiles.}

       _{Hesitantly, the hero’s arm rose; it’s destination— her countenance.}

_{“No,” he began, placing his palm on the right side of a smooth cheek, as if to comfort the girl in such a bewildering time. “You don’t have to thank me for anything, Naminé.”}

_{Intotal peace, arms wrapped around the girl, eagerly— bringing her into a wholehearted embrace.}

         _{Touch was something odd. To touch another person was to make physical contact with them, to acknowledge their presence as absolute and there, as something that belonged there in one way or another. The ability to touch set reality apart from dreams, and made everything all that much more real, and not very many people touched her. Grabbed at her hand, her arm, held her tight but not gently, those were the touches that she was familiar with.}

                                    _{Never had she been touched like this, though.}

         _{A hand against her cheek, gentle as if she were something that was about to break. And maybe she was, though she could not tell, but it felt like the very atoms that made up her impossible being were about to vibrate apart, shatter and fall to the ground, and she would be swept up by the wind. Gentle in a way that she was unfamiliar with entirely, and her eyes widened—even more so when arms enveloped her and for a moment, she found it hard to breathe.}

         _{What did people do with their arms when they were being hugged? Most of what she had seen, hugs were reciprocated, yet she could not bring her hands to move more than a twitch, could not imagine wrapping her arms around Sora or even touching him with anything more than hesitant, fleeting touches that never truly touched down. Yet even as an emotion that was likely nervousness thrummed through her veins and her bones and every part of her body, something in her chest unfurled all the same.}

         _{Letting her head fall she stopped it from hitting any part of his body and breathed softly. Tears seemed to prick at her eyes, but she blinked them back as well as she could, and her ears burned red, and she tried to force herself to relax. ”No…}

                                             _{I have you to thank for everything, Sora.”}