It's So Rare

How can two broken souls feel so perfect to each other, yet so vicious to the world?
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"Why do we humans always need assurance after having a bad day that everything will be fine?" I mumble in his chest.
"That's because we like to know that there is someone who cares about us. We are humans. We have and crave emotions. We need to deal with them in the right ways." He murmurs in my neck, leaving a trail of hot breaths that makes my goosebumps rise and makes me sigh against his chest.
"What if we don't want to feel anything?" I ask him, my voice, trembling.
"That's not possible, love. We always feel something, even if we're lonely. Even when we're in denial, even when we don't want to admit it." He says, now trailing his hands up and down my back. He presses one of his fingers in the middle of my back and moves it round and round in circles.
I pull away from him, teary eyed. My fingers are still laced into the back of his hair. I take a look at his shoulder which is now damp because of my crying.
Then I say to him, "I wish I could feel nothing in these moments. I wish I could die just for a little bit, just so I don't feel anything. If loving someone and craving emotions hurt so much, I'd give anything not to feel like this. It hurts so much."
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A Louis Partridge and Emma Mackey Story.