34. Holding Hands (TOKO)
She sniffled softly and rubbed her eyes furiously. She could NOT cry. She WOULD not cry. Why was she crying? She felt tears slide unbidden down her face and cursed herself for showing weakness, until she felt his shoulders shaking. He sobbed uncontrollably, openly. After all? Who wouldn't cry at their uncle's funeral? She slipped her hand in his and rubbed comforting circles on the back of his hand with her thumb. It was all she felt was needed.
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