It is Foolish

MIRI

James held my hand, infusing me with warmth and strength, as we walked back to our flat. My feet scraped along the pavement, and I paid more attention to the cracked sidewalk than I did to my surroundings. Every now and then a shiver of worry worked its way through my body and James would tighten his grip on my hand each time. I felt bad because here he was comforting me when he had to be way more scared than me. I mean, I dreamed Akaros had killed him, and he had very nearly died. Now there were these mysterious Others out to get him? This time it was me doing the hand-squeezing.

My eyes welled up with tears and I had to swallow back the lump in my throat.