loneliness

I kissed him harder, pressing myself up against him using him to drive the loneliness even further out. I felt the feeling slip away from me, dying out and slithering away, back to wherever it came from.

Our kissing slowed as we calmed down, sanity slowly sinking back in. We eventually broke apart, our breathing harsh after so long without air. I let my head drop down onto his shoulder, resting at the aftermath of the loneliness. We were still pressed together, my back against the cool wall, his hands cupping my butt, supporting my weight, neither of us making a move to separate.

Finally he moved, shifting backwards so I could slip off of him. My feet landed on the dirt with a soft thunk, a small cloud of dust rising around where my feet hit the ground. He walked over to wear his shirt was flung, tossed carelessly on the ground. He scooped down and picked it up, the muscles in his back flexing in the distant light of the carnival rides.

His eyes finally flickered back to mine, his dark orbs much calmer than before. He tossed me his shirt and I caught it with a hand. His eyes silently told me to put it on and I complied, slipping off my shirt and putting his on instead.

His shirt was big on me, the arm holes of the thin tank top extending down to the tips of my ribs. Somehow it made the lingering loneliness less pronounced.

Wordlessly he stepped forward and extended his hand. I took it without hesitation, lacing my fingers through his, silently agreeing to use each other for what we needed to other for.

A lifeline.

**

Loneliness is a disease. It tears you to pieces and rips you apart at the seams. There's no known cure.

But when two infected people meet at one in the morning and save each other from the loneliness it opens a whole in chapter in both of their lives. A chapter that will leave them cured or even lonelier then before.