#tw touch

that I won’t have your touch on me

but it’s been 6 years since the first

and one since the last.

how can they both feel the same

being so far apart

I can’t shake the feeling

that at the end on my seven years

You curl into yourself, letting out a tired breath and asking them Why are they still here? Still with you?

“Because we love you,” your big spoon reasons simply, tilting themselves away just slightly to litter an unbroken chain of kisses that wraps around your shoulders like a warm scarf that would protect you from the biting winds.

Your lover leans forward to gingerly rest their forehead against yours, face still cradled by their mellow hold. “To show that you don’t have to wait for the other shoe to drop.” Your F/O shepherds more tears away, gentle eyes waiting for yours to meet. “Because we want to show you that you’re loved, and that you deserve all of it. You deserve so much more than how life’s been treating you.”

The furrowed brow and confused stare they get in return makes your lover tsk. Nonetheless, your F/Os continue enveloping your figure, washing away the harsh words burned into your mind with their soft promises and affirmations, two pairs of hands haphazardly stretching a blanket over the three of you. The all-consuming warmth reaches something deeper, a thrall too heavy and comfortable for you to keep your attention on how the world was hiding behind your drooping eyelids.