He slowly lifted his head. His wide, tear-filled eyes squinted through the darkness, desperately searching for the source of the sound.
I stopped singing. I slowly extended my trembling right hand. But I stopped my hand right in front of him. Just inches from his face.
I didn't touch him. I didn't force the contact. I held my hand open, waiting.
Like waiting for a terrified kitten to decide on its own to step into the warmth.
"Yurin..." I whispered his name, so faint I feared even my voice might shatter him.
"I'm here. Ren is here."
CRAAAAACK!! Lightning struck again, ferocious and blinding!
Yurin violently jolted. His sobbing instantly grew louder. But... instead of scrambling backward or screaming at me to get away like he did this afternoon...
He did something absolutely no one expected.
He lunged forward, throwing himself at me!
Grab!
