It's been weeks. Nearly months. I haven't seen him. I haven't touched him. I haven't tasted him.
My lips are dry, breaking. My heart pace has lowered each day, a littel bit more. My body has become weak. My skin is tingly. My mind, blank.
I looked around. My dull room, dreading me. The walls were dripping white. The pooling flowers decorated glumly.
I let out a sigh. A small puff leaving my lips. The room felt cold, empty. I turned to my side, I faced the wall. My arms raised. My hands reaching for the wall. My fingertips grazing the rough texture.
I imagined it. I imagined his warmth. I imagined his touch. I imagined his scent. I imagined him. I imagined Keyton. I craved for, him.
I held onto the sheets, my eyes tightly closed. Tears escaping my eyelashes. I missed him. I needed him. I was bleeding.
I felt shaky fingers, rub away my tears.
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Who do you think it is? Once again, I'm so sorry for the wait. To make it up, I will push myself to write a third chapter x