It happened in the blink of an eye, arms wrapping themselves around his body and the warmth of another canceling out a small portion of the cold. However, through the cracks, crevasses, and bareness, there was still winter air that PUSHED against his clothing, moving through swiftly. The hug was a shock, no doubt, but Benjamin still took comfort in it. While he was never one to hug people or even touch them in general, he knew that this was DIFFERENT. Although he didnât know how to feel about it or how to properly react, something within him told him to ignore every thought he had against hugging her back and JUST DO IT â if he didnât, she might let go and she might leave him again. A pair of arms gingerly wrapped themselves around the other, only his affection was much softer than hers, hardly there. It was light as a feather, something that he doubted she would notice, but it was there nonetheless. He put forth the effort, even though it was painful and uncomfortable for him to do. Youâre taller. The words were odd to hear given the fact that since his sister, no one was ever around long enough to notice how tall he had grown. He had forgotten that he was merely fourteen when they were separated ; he was small, smaller than her. And now? Now, his chin almost reached the top of her head and he could rest it comfortably on there. Now, his lanky figure practically towered over his sister. His hand instinctively began to rub the small of her back in comforting circles, an action that even surprised him. Comforting people had never been a strong point of his but seeing his sister just seemed to bring out a different side of him. âI MISSED YOU,â the words were soft-spoken, but just like his hug, they were there. Just loud enough for her to hear, not loud enough to strain his voice to the point of cracking ( which, he sensed would come accompanied with a steady flow of tearsâ something he wanted to avoid as much as possible ).
   the soft way his arms wrapped around her was too wispy, but despite how she seemed incredibly unaware of the world around her, of her brotherâs silence and his unwillingness to breathe fresh air, these words were all caught in a filter called personality manipulation ( something she never did to him, if she could help it ), like a villainâs slithery power. leah was not a liar by nature, but she learned how to lie as a child. she learned to form herself to the room she was in so that if she stretched, she would cover each wall with a thinly spread portion of herself. sheâd pretend to like movies in exchange for someone to stick their tongue down her throat in the bathroom.
   she sighed, a happy, contented sigh. he said he missed her. tears stained her pale and rosy cheeks. it was too cold for crying like this, too close to winter. no matter the season, no matter the temperature, her brother was here. her arms finally slid away from him and she look the step back to look at him. he looked so much older. he was so much taller than her now. she took a long, deep breath, her shaking chest shuddering her breath out. â i missed you, too, â she said with a smile and teary eyes, the green in her eyes prominent because of the red rings around them. she whispered, ;â i missed you. i canât believe youâre here. â a thousand questions were on the tip of her tongue, boiling up from her stomach and in her fingers, but she couldnât bare any of the answers right now, so she was quiet about them. later, after she got to spend time with him.
   but she did have to apologize. she carried the guilt with her. â iâm sorry. i should have told you somewhere to meet me. i should have... looked more. â
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