That feeling you'll never forget. It will haunt you for as long as you live. And even after then, it will still follow you.
When they pressed it against your skin, you felt it. The small shock, which then turned into a full body shake. It only lasted half a second, but it was long enough for you to remember it for eternity. The feeling of their fingers on your wrist, every time brought a shock wave through your entire body. Every day. Every minute. It goes through your body, causing you to smile and remember. To remember how it all came to be. At first it was accident, but each time after was to just feel it again. Over and over again, all you would do it press your fingers together, and then leave until the next time was to come. This happened hundreds of times before either of your spoke up, and said a single word to each other. Then one day you finally spoke up and said hello. They replied the same. And that's where it all started. It began from there. But that's also when it began to fall apart. The longer you touched, the dimmer the feeling became. Slowly, very Slowly, the feeling died. And so did they. That's where the bad is. The distance made them stronger, but it made you weaker. Was it worth it? Making them weaker to make you stronger? Letting them disappear into nothingness?
