She hated being touched
No, she hated that above all things
But she wanted affection
Genuine affection
She knew her sister wanted to connect
But wasn't sure how
They've trusted each other enough
To sit in the same room
(especially during fits of distress)
It was impulsive
She hadn't the time to react to her own actions
Reaching out
And seizing her sister's hand
(lightly)
For some time, it seemed that Little Sister was afraid
Afraid of her, to some degree
(especially since that day)
But something within wanted
(More) affirmation
They lost each other before
But, through fate, they found each other again
Before one was almost gone for good
She hated being touched
And so wouldn't take to being held
But she had her sister's hand
In her grasp
The amount of physical affection
She's able to give
Somehow, she was conflicted
She felt fragility but unable to ascertain the source
Was she fragile?
Or was her sister fragile?
She wouldn't know
But she didn't want someone to break
Still, she held her hand
She held it lightly
A moment of connection
Understanding, genuine care and affection
She hated being touched
And being embraced she'd barely tolerate
But, right now, holding someone's hand
(though lightly)
Is just enough.
