Tremulous

Hand shaking as she brought it up, touching unfamiliar territory. Smooth and strong, soft and warm.

She lay in bed with her knees tucked to her chest, trembling with the force of her sobs. The vent overhead molested her with cold air, but she was too distraught to even think of the covers.

His eyes smiling, his lips welcoming. Safe in his arms, in his bed. Fingers grazing, sensitive, surprised. Nothing has ever made her feel so alive before.

She contemplates what things will be like now. Empty, alone, dark, and silent. She cannot stand it, but she cannot fix it. She will survive, but barely.