She goes to sleep before I do with her back facing me. If I try to touch her, she slaps, hits, or pushes me away as if I’m the most disgusting thing to ever exist. It doesn’t matter how many methods I use or how far I go to reignite any form of connection. The more I try, the harder she works to demolish those plans. I know she’s forcing it. I can feel it in the subtle tremor of her skin whenever I touch her. I see it in her parted lips and chameleon eyes. I hear it in the hitch in her breathing whenever my body is near hers. But she’s determined to not give in to those emotions. Sooner or
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