Uh, Morning..!

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i yearn for a touch, different than any kind. soft and gentle, warm like the morning sun. a touch anyone would love to have, would be lucky to feel. a touch, a hug, a kiss, and lullabies.

a lull to sleep, instead of songs that make me sad. a kiss on the cheek, a sign of affection that any person could ask for. a long and nice hug, a genuine and loving hug, a hug that can stop anyone's agonizing pain. a touch, a touch that can make one feel human, after going on for so long feeling nothing.

nothing. that's what i yearned for. nothing at all. who will lull me to sleep? kiss me goodnight? hug me when it's cold and touch me when i have a fright? a touch that will send me back home.

a touch where i can feel again.

a touch i will never get.

a touch no one would willingly give;

at least, to me.

what i yearned for is a fantasy. a fantasy that will never cross anyone's mind, because why would it?

a bright shine was cast upon my eyes, blinding me for two seconds before i shield my eyes. the glow stopped and i lowered my arm, looking for the culprit who disrupted my train of thought.

the window with its curtains pulled, the fabric swaying as if someone had just opened them a few moments ago. it left me puzzled for i was living alone, and my room was really dark.

taking it as a sign to get up and get productive, i got out of bed, stretching every muscle and pop every bone that can be popped. it was a saturday, and honestly it can be any day and it'll be like any same old day, unproductive and alone.

i lived alone, i mentioned that. i moved here, out of my parents' house so that i can go to college easily. it was summer break and after that it will be the finals.

i groaned at the thought, not caring what result i would get. i sucked, i just got lucky. lucky with my academics, this will be the time to show that i truly suck at it, and maybe everyone else will stop expect highly from me.

why was i even here? it didn't matter if i was a failure anyway, they'll move on to the next best person, the one who deserved it all. i don't, i was just here getting lucky and being babied, even though i kept getting lectured to grow up.

i don't want to grow up. it hurts.

a thump was heard just outside my bedroom door, and i rushed over to check what fell to the floor, wondering if someone got into the house.

with soft steps on my carpeted floor towards the door, i pondered on what i should do if there was an intruder inside.

immediate punch? i'll lag so nevermind. what if i just stare at them long enough until they realize i'm some creep who has no life? probably. i could run back and jump out through the window. awesome plan.

the knob was turned and the coast was clear, with a tissue roll that rolled down the staircase. what a waste of good tissue roll.

i stepped down, carefully trying to not step onto the rolled tissue, and saw the wide open front door. did someone actually got in?

i scanned the entire living room and found nothing out of the ordinary, except the tissue roll.

i'm not a skeptic, but i'm also not a believer. i don't believe in ghosts but i do believe in demons. for some reason, i never thought of living in some place haunted. i've been here for more than a year and nothing like this happened.

i live in a secluded area anyway, it was cheap and i was away from people, and nosy neighbours. nosy. i used to think it meant noisy.

i went over to close the door when i saw a tall figure in a yellow sweater standing outside the doorway, for some reason i never saw his shadow blocking the sunlight.

"excuse me?"



A/N: haha missed me? no? understandable. this was not beta read, i just went through with whatever came to mind so uhhhh yaeh. correct me if you'd like, i'm going with the flow. planned the story from october or was it sepetember 2020 idont remmeber but i uhhh loggedd off the eaccount and didn't update and while that happened i try to at lleast plan onn what will happen in the story so uhh whatever i plannned with is all coincidental and like i said inspired by two things so uh ppshfuihilahuh where am i going with this idk but yeah hope you enjpeyd cause i lowkey vented or smth hglaihiehih night!

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