MCYT Smut/Fluff Oneshots

Rant Poem

~Touch Starved~

I imagine him behind me,
Arms draped over my stomach
Head dipped in the crook of my neck
I'm in a loose fetal position.
I imagine when we see each other again,
He promised me a hug
He thought I was asleep and told the other
"She's touch starved,
it makes me want to hug her even more"
Seeing him
Pulling him into a hug
The release in that moment.
I'm patiently waiting.
We talk almost daily,
He's the only person I've felt empathy for,
The only person I've worried about,
The only person who ever cared.
I'm waiting.
While my thoughts occupy my need to see him.
While I imagine these scenes that will never happen,
As my brain slowly shuts down,
Falling into sleep.
I must keep my promise.
For him,
For my mom,
For those who will hopefully miss me,
But will never have to.

"I promise.
I will not end it."
-Evelyn