I hate your touch.
The way you hold my hand.
Your touch was real, made me feel secure and free.
You used to hold my hand.
We used to hold our hands as we are running.
You used to hold one of my hands and put it in your pocket to make it warm.
You used to.
But where are you now? When my hands are cold.
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With you around, I felt warm.
I hated you for making me feel cold.
YOU ARE READING
I Hate You (You Duology #1)
RomanceNOTE: I do not own the design of the book cover. Credits to the rightful owner. -- A short story Her POV
