Touch: To feel.
I’d forgotten. I was used to feeling. But only on the inside. Always the outsider looking in. The Rogue…
I’d forgotten what emotion felt like when it was triggered by another person’s skin. On mine. I’d spent so much time starving for it, imagining, craving… that I’d forgotten that it could hurt.
Mistake number two.
The second time I regretted the cure.
There’s no cure for this…
He’d had such a sweet smile…
College wasn’t really for me, anyway.
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