Irene and Aina sat in silence, their proximity comforting.
For all their differences, the small bonds between them were starting to solidify into something that mattered.
Something needed to survive.
Irene scooted a little closer to Aina. “You know, you don’t have to pretend you’re fine. We’re all scared sometimes. And hurt.”
Aina looked at her, hesitating before finally letting her shoulders slump.
“I just… I thought if I acted strongly, no one would worry.”
“We’ll always worry,” Irene said gently, smiling as if she were reassuring her. “That’s what friends do. And I’m always willing to listen if ever you’re ready to tell me about your problems.”
Aina didn’t know how to answer with words, but she nodded with a smile.
Suddenly, the heaviness of her heart faded, and all she could r
