Malachi

You sat at the edge of the bed, looking at the clock. It was almost 2:00am.

The ache is there, but she tries to ignore it, focusing on her studies. She’s reading a book about psychology, specifically touch starvation and how it affects people. She sighs as she turns the page, the words blurring together slightly.

You walked up to his dorm, hesitant at first, but once you were at the door you knocked.