Obsession.

He: The demise I hold towards each scarf that cuddles her neck. The sensitive curves of her waist that strangers hold in amiable hugs. I loath nature for always being one with her skin, unlike I... Hoping from memory to fantasy to delusions, then illusions. How I crave to taste her flesh and feed my way into her soul.

She: I waited so long for my time to hop onto the ferry of requited affection. I’m here, I made it home and yet I can’t touch him- the one who ushered my depths in. Shivers cover my face when he mentions the four lettered word, I’ve never delighted to the sound of it before like I do now. My heart throbs and I place my little hand over my chest fearing it may pop out.

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