Gratitude and Southern Comfort (Jonash and Unna)

[Unna Hi Chaanu]

"I died with her, but that wasn't the first time I died..." Unna whispered as she sobbed. Her face was soaking wet with tears. Some of the tiny rivers flowed between her lips as she spoke, which causes her to taste her salty sorrows. She felt selfish to cry about herself when he came to her for comfort. She pulled him tightly against her. She felt a deep need to nurture him. "I just don't know. I am so confused right now. I've never done this before, but I think I like it. You are so warm and I have been so numbingly cold for so long."

"I'm here..."Unna continued to stroke his hair as she brought her lips to his scalp. She did not kiss, but she rested her lips there as she inhaled his scent and used her other arm to hold him tightly. "I'm here..." she said once again, without pulling her lips away from his head. She continued to inhale him.