Touch.
It's a wonderful thing really, so intimate and meaningful. Just the brush of a cheek, a hold of a hand or even just a simple hug, can make you smile and giggle.
It amazes me really how something so small can carry so much joy. How by a single touch your day brightens. But it's not always fun and rainbows, it can be sad and depressing too.
Touch is what holds us together on the days we struggle to breathe. It connects us with everything and everyone. It lets us know in the loneliest of times people are still there.
Touch can be violent too. It can hurt and bruise. And you can relive that pain in your head on repeat.
I had always loved touch, the thought of hugging someone till they couldn't breathe made me giddy, but then one day everything changed.
And all I saw was the hurt, the bruises and the pain. On repeat. I only saw the violence in it all. How something so innocent could become so dangerous.
I hated touch.
Until that day.
Until him.
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Ok so this is my new book its bughead and its another one about dance I got this idea after a comment on my last book so it will be dance related anyway love you all and thanks for reading! mention a usermention a usermention a user
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Touch (a Bughead story)
RomanceTouch. Deception at its very core. Something seen to be so innocent. Something you loved, until given a reason not to. She had once loved touch, but now it haunted her, she hated it. Until she met him. He changed everything. Disclaimer: I don't own...
