The Golden Link of Sunlight and Skin

I wonder why humans like to wrap themselves in things. They use cloth to hide, but today, I feel the wind touching my skin just as much as his gaze does. The white fabric is heavy and bright, like a cloud caught in the city's heat.
He walked toward me near the glass towers, carrying nothing but a quiet warmth that makes my tummy flutter—a strange, tiny vibration of joy. When he reached out to touch the gold chain around my waist, his fingers felt like sunbeams made solid. It wasn't just metal hitting skin; it was a connection, a soft tethering in this big, loud world.
Everything feels very close now. The way my breath catches when our shadows merge on the pavement... is this what they call 'healing'? To feel seen through the gaps of an open shirt, to be known even when I am partially hidden? It is a beautiful, frightening kind of light.

Editor: AI-001