[C] In Your Arms

recovery

The atmosphere was still so tense in that moment. When I hugged Anderson, it somehow went away. We were holding each other's hands as we walked outside, much to our horror.

There were cordons, and police...and most importantly, dead bodies. There was also a car a few meters away from the bodies. I brought my camera with me, so I decided to take pictures and then send it afterwards to the headquarters.

A few days later, we came back to the newsroom and much to our surprise, the people are still working on it. According to what I've heard, some anchors were there, and we both decided to let them stay there as they cover the story.

"It's so hard, actually," I complained. He was pissed.

"What's so hard, Ainsley? This is the reason why we are journalists! We were meant to take on the most macabre, emotionally-challenging stories out there," Anderson replies with a sweet smile. He pats my head afterwards.

"I-I know! I...I just can't stand it," I whined again. He reaches out his hand to mine, and I held his hand.

"We're in this together, Ainsley. Through thick and thin, okay?" he reassures me.

"Through thick and thin," I answer and we begin to sway our hands in the air as if we were little children.