Hole me tight
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Goyjo, where the fuck are you?
I can't remember for how long I've been sitting here, staring out through the window. It's long past midnight, and where are you?
The rain drums fiercly against the windows, threating to drown me.
He flicks the lighter, and slowly moves it to the unlit cigarette in his mouth, the room lightening up for a second.
I can't think, I can't sleep, I can't breath.
Fuck, not even the nicotine helps anymore.
A car passes by, and the person in the room blows out smoke in the air, placing his elbows on the table and sighing heavily.
I've lost count of how many times I've tried to fall asleep, but I can't.
It feels so wrong to go to sleep without you.
When my hands aren't occupied in long strands.
When you don't lie next to me, holding me.
When you don't cradle my face and kiss me goodnight.
When you're not here, reassuring me that tomorrow will come.
God, I hate this weather.
The rain has no mercy tonight. I'm totally soaked to the bone.
I move away some of my hair that has plastered itself to my face and keep walking towards my home.
Hoping he will be awake.
It's late. Much too late.
A distant sound wakes me up. When did I..?
He stands in the hallway. I'm up on my feets within heartbeats, instantly standing next to him.
''Hey...'' he whisperes and strokes my hair as I hold him hard, entangling hands in the fiery mass of red hair.
He's wet. Wet to the bone.
But I don't care, just that he's here now.
I was worried, you know.
''I'm home now,'' I whisper before tilting my lover's blonde head slightly and claiming his mouth in a soft kiss.
Hold me tight and tell me that'll be okay, that tomorrow will come.