- that's what she was. Clumsy.
She wanted to help, but she was afraid. Afraid of failure, of her own weak foolishness. Afraid of people, afraid of their pain. Of vulnerability. Of hurting and being hurt, knowing and being known. Afraid of getting it wrong. Her fear would hold her back, halting, hesitating until the last possible moment - and finally, convicted, desperate, and flailing, she would splash abruptly in.