Pairing: Kotoumi
"Hold my hand"
Kotori's hand was very warm. It has always been this way.
It had grown from when they were young, those tiny hands that she used to hold were now very feminine, and soft as butter.
When she had first touched that hand, it was warm and welcoming; it had saved her from loneliness.
Those hands that she used to hold, she had held it through her school days, and till adulthood.
When the war was over and darkness engulfed her vision, she was glad that that hand of Kotori's had never let go.
It was warm.
Kotori's hand was her guiding light, her voice gave her direction.
Umi could feel the smoke surrounding them threatening to swallow them whole.
"Hold my hand."
It was one of the few rare requests that Kotori had made.
She complied, who was to refuse her wife?
"Don't let go."
Umi complied, her hands gripping her wife's tightly.
The force of Kotori's touch weakened.
Her light was dimming, she was becoming lost.
The warmth was soon no more and Kotori's hand was cold.