"hold me-" I held onto his hand, refusing to let go " please?" I plead, tears running down my face. I had my face buried deep into his chest, the fear of rejection and the reality of the situation finally sinking in. My weak body buried into his, as he softly caresses my hair, murmuring words of affection
"what" he stopped, the hand that was once caressing my head firmly grabs a fistful of my hair, the hand that was once rubbing my lower back freezes.
"Hold me, never let go of me, please" I slowly raise my head and look into his eyes. my vision is blurred, I'm crying, I'm muttering apologies after apologies.
" I just want to be loved" I cry. " I just want to be enough" I plea. " I need your love" I grip onto his blue hoodie. " I want you all for myself" he guides my face closer to his, neither of us breaking contact, his hands roughly holds onto my body, desperate, a weak and pathetic attempt to intertwine and merge our bodies. " I want to be selfish" I whisper, he pulls me into a kiss, he holds onto my hair stubbornly, never letting me go, and for once, everything felt right. everything was ok.
