It's been over 5 years since they came to see me. I miss them dearly. I can't take much more of this hell without them.
I can't get out of my head. My thoughts won't go away, I don't sleep at night. My life isn't worth living without them.
I grabbed my pillow, shoved it over my face, and didn't breathe. I gasped, only breathing in a mouthful of pillow, and saw only white. It got brighter, so bright it was blinding.
Everything snapped back. I was in the kitchen. There was a bowl of cereal in front of me. I was holding a box of Frosted Flakes. I looked down at Tony. Everything was gone. It wasn't real. It was never real.
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Lemon Felt // A Don't Hug Me I'm Scared Fanfiction
FanfictionHis skin was the color of overripe lemons, and the touch of his fingers against me were like soft felt. Oh, did that turn me on.
