Obsessions

Blonde curls covered the pillow and pale skin stretched out over the mattress; blue eyes, half angry and half in catastrophic love. He kissed her pain away and transported her to other worlds, the kind where the past co-exists with the present in harmony. He knew why she came to him; because she'd lost someone, and was a stranger to her own flesh and blood. She was lost like him, only he wasn't sure why he needed the sensation of her skin against his, feeling her hot breath in his ear.

All he knew was that he just needed her.