his fingers fit in the spaces between her ribs as if they were meant to be and as she buried her head in his lap he traced her elongated spine w a feather-like touch. he grabbed on to her collarbones as if he was about to climb the steepest mountain and he almost felt them shatter underneath his clutch. her wrists were diminutive. sometimes he did nothing but touch her bc even if she suddenly disappeared, he'd be there with her.