I closed my eyes and inhaled the memory.

The car stopped and the silence was abrupt.  

Suddenly, there was nothing in the world other than the unspoken words and our hands intertwined between us.  We are both looking away, not saying a word, barely even breathing.  Anything could break this moment, could bring reality crashing back in.  The ground could disappear from beneath us, taking every emotion hanging in the air with it.  It felt so real, his hand in mine, his breathing so clear next to me, my body painfully aware of his.  I couldn’t seem to breathe.  

She stared, empty-eyed, straight ahead.  They all stood still, spread out around her, unmoving.  She felt the tears welling up in the back of her eyes, and cried out “Someone touch me, god damn it!”, her tone desperate and urgent. “Touch me!”. Nothing.  Stillness.  “Touch me!”. Again.  “Touch me, please!”.  Camila was the first to step towards her, her hesitance overshadowed by her unwavering and calming confidence.  Her face held neither pity nor love, but her eyes shown a strange kinship which exuded the only thing that could garner such trust: truth.