You lay alone in your bed, thinking as you solemnly look at your hands, clasped together; one with a winter glove on it, and the other with nothing.
You sorta wished you could hold someone's hand in that moment.
Or... get any affection of any kind from someone your age.
How long had it been since you'd hugged your only friend from middle school? Two years...? Yeah... Two years...
Two long years without... much real interaction with people your age, in your neighborhood, in your school...
Although you were really distant and closed off from the people you were around, you sometimes wanted to be close to people you thought you'd never run into.
You sometimes imagine being able to meet your distant friends one day... how they'd surprise you with a hug...
It was really nice when you imagined it.
But... with a guess... you figured it'd never happen... it could one day. But you thought it was somewhat unlikely.
Still, you imagined it... to keep yourself from feeling lonely now and again when you felt it.
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Some art of mine (and random things) #3
Randomsame as the last- drawings and ideas, what else did you expect...? I post my art here (and a drabble or two every now and again), when I don't feel like or have the motivation to write.
