_{Ah, fuck you all, then.}

She's tired of this foolishness.

She doesn't need all of you, just him.

Above her in the dark, staring into her eyes. To be anywhere but in his arms is anguish. The thought of his touch gets her through the day. His touches make her weak. A whirl-wind, a tornado of emotions. Knowing without a doubt that this, this is what it's supposed to feel like.

This is right.