meadowmouse
Thats it. Thats everything. I cannot feel anymore. everything is shut in. Closed. I have nothing more to say, because you will not allow me. You have closed me out of your life. Goodbye.
This was It, this one thing, this feeling, this warmth. What was he telling himself? Why was he like this? This was new, as the frost clutched the branches, he knew today was a new day, he loved her. His small acts, the smallest things could show affection.