" without you "

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fiction (?) :

you're surrounded by people who love you. the room is pitch black and you hear the heaving of someone crying their tiny heart out. if you could see proper, surely you would comfort them with those eyes that you have, that do that thing that helps out a lot; yeah, no, i know you would. maybe you would.

you're standing in a room that is flooded with a beautifully natural sunlight. you're barefoot and you can feel the lengthy planks of the maple flooring beneath the weight of your body. there's something utterly and devastatingly romantic about wooden floors; a return to textural interactions with the surrounding natural world. all of the boxes are gone. the open space crowds your entire being; a vice of molecules closing in and suffocating your heart.

you're wearing a boy-cut pair of light gray panties with a slim pink lace trim. they feel really good when you slip them on and readjust them slightly. the outline of your body is glowing; through the window facing the street below, the last golden daylight rays of an autumn afternoon travel the lengths of your body. you can feel the warm caress of the sun on the backs of your legs; the insides of your calves are burning. you think to yourself, "i am not doing 'fine' without you." outside, leaves dance languidly in the intimate soft gale of a twirlwind.

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