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Eh.
Something seemed to capture me, seemed to seize me from all conciousness and prideful grudges I had held against you for never being with me when I needed touch. I crept soundlessly down the stairs and laid an unsteady hand upon your back, but you didn't turn around. You drew breath in quick, sharp gasps as everything you couldn't find words for spilled from your sad brown eyes. How small you looked there, curled up tightly on the floor in a huddled mass of resignation and tears.
I sat on the ground before you, taking your head in my hands, but you didn't look at me. I brushed the backs of my fingers along your cheek, blending each tear stain together and running my hand over your hair. All you do is shiver, and the only noise in the entire appartment is the sound of your troubled breathing. I pull you closer, so that your forehead rests on my collar bone and I can caress the back of your neck, singing softly in your ear. You stop crying, and sit up slowly to look me in the eye.
There was something about how you looked at me, and how you placed your hand gently at the side of my face that made me break down into thousands of tiny chards.
You took me into your lap and rocked me slowly back and forth. I told you that I couldn't stand the silence anymore, that I was just so tired, so tired. And you told me that you loved me.
And for a moment, all was right in the world.
That night, as we lay sleeping and intertwined in one another, all of my pasts and futures collided. And for once, I didn't feel as if something were missing. For once I dreamed, only when I woke up, it was really you sitting there next to me, smiling.
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