Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, an interference threatens her famil...
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My mind partially reattained consciousness for diminutive stretches of time, but during those intervals I was vaguely aware of cold hands picking me up and lying me down on a soft surface.
I then felt their cold hand softly tuck my stray curly hair strands behind my ear, and then their hand eventually resting on my cheek, and the coldness on my cheek gradually grew warmer before I fell rapidly back into unconsciousness.
I became conscious for another small amount of time. I felt a great tightness in my right shoulder, then I felt warm hands tie up a gauze around my shoulder and under my arm. They placed their hand on my right forearm, then grazed the skin downwards until their fingers interlaced with mine.
My heart rate climbed up to a brisk pace as it yearned to contain and keep the resulted jolt from the contact in the nerves of my fingertips.
Even while my awareness and consciousness is wearily lacking, I desired for this moment to be long-lasting. I desired to only know of them emotionally, intimately, and chastely.
The way that my involuntary responses of every single bodily system was stirring from their touch in a prosperous way. My body vividly knew who they were, strongly trying to bring this person in to complete me.
Their lips then ghosted against my forehead. A jolt then settled in my forehead nerves, travelling harmoniously with their warm and gentle lips.
The jolt grew in strength, then it sent a vigorous message from my forehead into my mind, then my shoulders, then my chest, evidently inducing my heart rate to start beating unnaturally fast as this message instantly became the only thing the muscle in my chest knew: This is the love that I so tremendously desire. Absolutely nothing else can feasibly appease me as robustly great as they can. This is who I belong to emotionally, physically, and mentally. I belong in their tender hands and only theirs and they mutually belong in mine.
I felt multiple warm droplets graze my cheeks, rolling down my skin, falling to the soft surface below me, then in a moment their lips separated from my forehead.
My hearing was unable to process sounds, but only one sound reached me immediately, the sound of Eurella's voice, "I'm sorry. I had to do it or Rockwell wouldn't have left you alone. You must understand that he acts cruelly impulsive when he doesn't have his way, and he wouldn't have stopped, unless I claimed you as mine. I had to ensure that you would be safe, Melany. I had to..."
I felt my ears tingle in satisfaction from hearing her voice and my senses immediately became aware of her effervescent scent of jasmine. The pain in my right shoulder was disregarded as her warm voice reverberated tranquilly in my ear drums and my heavy mind, effortlessly lifting the violent weight, not even raising a single one of her hands.
I so desperately tried to move my heavy hand to touch her, but the heaviness grew in weight as I fell back into unconsciousness for the final time that night...
