Status: Complete.
Empty.
Feeling.
He’s confused himself, lying on the made-up bed with you. He doesn’t know what to say or do, so he drapes an arm over your waist and whisper’s he loves you. You smile at his voice crooning the nervous battle in your stomach; your fingers are sweating and are twisted into knots—holding each other. He reaches for your tangled hands and pulls them to his lips, pecking the tip of every finger. Being gentle . . .
The sheets beneath you both crumble and fall together as he shifts onto his side and pushes your hair back from your eyes. You blush immensely and feel your cheeks become warmer. He chuckles when you turn crimson under his touch but he does nothing else except hum a lullaby in your ears passively. Not too soon after, your eyes close and you feel thin sheets drape over your body.
You’re empty when he exits the bed and slides your keys into his jean pockets. But you don’t know what he’s done . . . your smiling, dreaming. And he’s left you there, alone, to feel empty.
The sheets beneath you both crumble and fall together as he shifts onto his side and pushes your hair back from your eyes. You blush immensely and feel your cheeks become warmer. He chuckles when you turn crimson under his touch but he does nothing else except hum a lullaby in your ears passively. Not too soon after, your eyes close and you feel thin sheets drape over your body.
You’re empty when he exits the bed and slides your keys into his jean pockets. But you don’t know what he’s done . . . your smiling, dreaming. And he’s left you there, alone, to feel empty.
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First time writing in second-person narrative :XD.Comment?