Sol only smiled, letting Jiwan hold her by her wrist as they walked to the bus stop together. She listened quietly as Jiwan rambled on about mundane things that happened yesterday. Or the day before that, or during the weekend. Jiwan never seemed to run dry of topics and in time, Sol realized she liked that better than the usual silence.  

in which jiwan’s not sure how long she can hold herself back for, and then it all comes exploding out as expected.