deadpool

I   TOLD   YOU   NOT   TO   FALL   IN   LOVE   WITH   ME.      it   was   true      —      @wrathbit​   had   said   just   that   on   a   roof   not   so   dissimilar   to   the   one   they   stand   upon   now.      wade   remembers   how   the   wind   caught   at   his   suit   ,   how   his   legs   ached   from   the   hours   he'd   stood   on   them   ,   how   peter's   mouth   looked   as   he   spoke.      he   remembers   wanting   to   touch.      his   arm   had   been   severed   earlier   in   the   evening,   and   he   couldn't   reach   him   if   he   tried.      that   didn't   stop   the   fantasies.      the   urges.      the   need   to   reach   over   and   just   brush   his   fingertips   over   peter's   lip,   over   his   cheekbone…   over   the   fabric   of   his   mask   where   it   bunched   up   above   his   nose.      fuck   ,   it   had   been   such   a   long   time   since   then.      so   much   had   changed.      so   much   had   stayed   the   same.      the   need   to   touch   never   waned,   but   he'd   grown   stronger.      more   capable   of   resisting.      fantasies   were   his   friend,   and   reality   his   enemy.