Thirst for touch

Rain Aprella.

The night was darker than usual and you are in that same place again.                                                The place is filled with climbers, flowers, and weeds. 

It's none other than the unattended terrace garden of your old house.

You look around and the fog fills your surroundings, making it difficult to see anything through. You take a step forward and a rush of air passes through your face and body. That's when you notice that you are standing on the edge of the rooftop. You are emotionless as if you want it to happen. You want to fall and fly in the air leaving all the bullshit that's happening around you. And then, someone whispers to you in a coarse voice. 

"Jump". 

You close your eyes and take a quick jump, taking a flight like a warrior that's ready for a sacrifice. Once you reach a point where everything feels good on your body, you open your eyes to see that you are in the mid of the fall. The wind gushing through and your worries distilling in the air. 

You spread your hands in the air as if you are a bird.

You smile contently and think of the things that will happen after this.

"Will I really die? If I do where will I go? Heaven or Hell??"

And as you were about to hit the ground, it turns into a swimming pool, swallowing you from inside. You open your eyes and gasp for air, water filling your mouth and nose. Everything's a bit blurry. But, you feel a familiarity with this place. It's like you are in the same place where you experienced a living nightmare. That's when you realize you are in your old swimming class. You notice that you're wearing the same black swimsuit. Your eyes started tearing up since you know what's gonna happen next. 

"No. Not this again. I'd rather die."

You started mumbling and then suddenly, could feels someone's hot breath on your neck. Before you could even contemplate what's going on, his hands are already inside your swimsuit. But this time it's you and him alone.  No one's around you both. Not even your friends. You turn back to him in an attempt to retrieve yourself from him, but he grabs your hands and that's when you try to take a look at him.

And again, his face was unrecognizable. You've never seen his face and had even lost hope that you'll see it ever. The only thing you remember about him is his touch, scent and physique. The way he grabbed you, his touches that were only made of lust and starvation. He's about 6 feet tall, had a very athletic physique. His scent, it was quite different from any of the men you've ever encountered. It was like wild roses with a sweaty embrace. You still remember these little details about him very well.

He grabs your chin in his hands and tries to lip lock his lips to yours. You try to rid of his hold but couldn't do much as he's such a strong guy. You finally gave in, tears streaming down your face.

You mumble under the hot breath of his', "Wake up Rain. Please get me outta here"

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