JacobNathan’s touch felt strange.I remembered the softness of his palm when we first met… so delicate, so certain. Back then, it felt like I was discovering a new part of myself, one that was safe in his hands. Now, every brush of his fingers against my skin felt unsettling, as though he, too, was unsure of the turn our love had taken.I didn’t want to admit it, and I sure didn’t want to confront the growing distance between us, but it was there, hanging over me like an inescapable shadow. His hands were always so gentle as if he were trying to soothe me and revive something that had faded. But every time his fingers brushed my skin, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things just weren’t the same anymore.In the quiet hours of the night, I lay awake replaying our daily routine… coffee cups clinking, the soft hum of his voice in the mornings. It used to be comforting. Now it felt like a rehearsed scene I could no longer inhabit.His touch was now a reminder of what we once had.
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-06-20
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