She loved the feeling when he would play with her hair. The slow goosebumps rising up her body. The way his fingers would slowly run through her brunette locks, making her heavy-eyed. She would lay her head on his lap, and he would just twirl it. The warmth she would feel deep down when he would hum a tune. God, that feeling she thought. But now he's not there. She doesn't know if she can ever feel that again. The warmth that would build up inside her, just by his voice. She's doesn't know anymore. That emptiness that she feels is unbearable. She would give anything to feel that warmth ignite again.
