Touch

Prologue

Annabella Elizabeth Rose Jacob was not a normal girl. For years she lived her life one way. In doubt and fear.

"There five types of senses in this world. They are sight, taste, smell, hear, and touch. I'm not very familiar with the last one. The feeling of being touched by someone, lovingly at least has always been somewhat of a mystery to me. Getting hugged by your parents after receiving praise was something I didn't experience. To me touch could never be a form of love. The tingling sensation when he brushes past you the first time, the warmth filling in your heart when he first grabs your hand, the butterflies you get in your stomach when he first kisses you, and the feeling of being on clouds when you first share intimacy. To me that was all a dream. It couldn't have been real. To me touch is something you receive when you have done something wrong, an act of discipline, pain, and/or learning from mistakes. Growing up in a household with the only touch you receive is the same touch that most children fear to get, or get again, there was never much room for love. My mother tried to give affection but it was all too ruined to soon. This love and affection and warm feeling it was a lie to me. I, Annabella Elizabeth Rose Jacob, never liked to be touched. That is, until I met Remus John Lupin."