A/N: I know, this one is short and depressing. But have no fear! The final drabble, Z is for Zipper, will be so full of sugary cotton-candy fluff you'll want to puke. X3
Y – Yearn
I yearn to reach out and stroke his face, to run my fingers through his hair, to kiss his lips. I yearn to wrap my body around his, to hold him tight, to never let go. I yearn to break free from my curse so that I may be with him, to live and love for the rest of my short life. I yearn to do these things, yet I never know if I can, or ever will. Would he allow it t begin with? Something tells me 'no'. But still, the yarning is there, and it's strong. It's unyielding and painful, because the urges nearly win me over at times.
I crave him so badly. I desire so much from him. But what you yearn for is usually what you cannot have, like a drug addict in rehab, or an obese person on a diet. What they wish for is so close, yet so far out of reach. Just like me with the person that I love.
If I had the guts to, I would seek him out. If I was more violent like Krad, I would force him into submission. If I was crueler, I would hold him captive.
But I could never do that to him.
My lust for his affection is not so great that I would resort to hurting him or doing something that he didn't want. I love him too much to do such a thing to him.
Still…
I yearn to stroke his skin, I yearn to lace my fingers in his hair, and I yearn to press my lips to his. I yearn to wrap my arms around his body, I yearn to cradle him to my chest, and I yearn to whisper in his ear, "I love you, Niwa."
All around, I yearn to be with him, and simply need a word of consent to do so.