A Touch Unfelt

Introduction

Welcome to the rewrite of one of my previous stories 'A Touch Unfelt.' I'm very sorry to all the fans of its previous form but I really wasn't happy with it and therefore didn't feel the urge to update it. I'm making a few amendments, for example I'm changing the setting from Waffle Town to Harmonica town and Akari to Molly. However the main story line will stay the same. Please review and enjoy guys.

How can you ache and crave for someone's touch

When you have never felt it?

I do this for yours, though

And the yearning grows more each day.

By Carola Dittmann

Two strong hands clamped her head in a locked position; and two amethyst orbs filled with so much hurt and confusion studied her features for what he feared to be the last time. He had gotten progressively closer to her as she had tried to explain to him, but her words had blurred into a thick fogginess as she felt his hot breath on her face - she smelt that sweet smell of herbs and spice that gave her butterflies.

"Chase-"

His lips meshed against hers, hungry and desperate. Those lips that she had longed for… and it felt so right.

Her mind spun, the situation was just too out of script… and almost impossible to her in a way. He was supposed to support her, to hold her and tell her it would be okay and that it would all be for the best in the end. Was this his way of telling her something?

She wanted to kiss him back, of course, and she tried incredibly hard, but she couldn't. She was frozen.
There were so many mixed emotions that she didn't know what to feel or what to do or what to say.

Here was her best friend, her rock, the one person she felt she could turn to in any situation… kissing her, messing with her mind and on top of everything making the current situation even harder than it had to be.

"Chase please," her words were muffled by his lips as she tried to push him away. She didn't want it to be like this… to end like this. She didn't want to be plagued with thoughts of what could've been.

He pulled away slowly, yet his eyes stayed closed.

"You can't do this Molly!" He grumbled through gritted teeth, his hands leaving her face to ball into fists and connect with the fence behind her. She felt the wood creak and vibrate off her back, whining with the threat of collapsing. He'd always have that fiery temper, and usually Molly was the only one that could calm him… but this time she wasn't so sure.

Her mind searched urgently for something to say, but what could she say? There was nothing she could do but curse her father's soul for taking her from the one thing she ever truly cared about.

Eyes wide and body trembling she watched him. Several strands of peach blond hair had fallen from his pins and were hanging out of place. His brow was furrowed and his eyes… those eyes she'd never ever forget, those eyes that would haunt her thoughts and dreams, furious.

Upon her failure of a reply, he was gone. Whether it was the last time she'd see him or not she wasn't sure. She watched him tear off down the dirt path, hands and jaw clenched, apron ties flying.

She raised a shaky hand and let her fingers brush gently over her lips. Tears pricked in her eyes and an all too familiar lump formed in her throat.

"What just happened?" She whispered to herself.

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