The wind is quiet as it slowly falls over my bare skin, ruffling the hem of my shirt.
"Say something," I plead quietly, reaching for him.
As he turns to me, pulling away the arm I've touched, his eyes are unfamiliar and immersed with a sadness I've never seen before. I have to look away for a moment; the light of the full moon illuminates his hand in soft silver as he holds it towards me.
"Touch me," he says softly.
I simply stare before giving him my hand, running it up his forearm lightly before resting it in his palm.
It doesn't feel like a touch- it feels like a goodbye.
I hope this entices you? This is my first FF in literally 5 or 6 years... please be patient with me!