Hugs in the Dark
We were fifteen in a dark IT room
The darkness of the IT room engulfed us
But the darkness was welcome
His presence was heavy
But his presence was welcome
His curly hair was shadowed
But I could see him well
His face was shadowed however
But I still felt safe
He pulled me to him
His arms engulfed me
His breath on my neck
His hair against my face
Our hearts beat together
Our breaths breathe together
Perfect unison
Perfect harmony
But what’s this
His hand is moving
Wait
Down there
Down behind me
Oh my god
The squeeze
Oh my lord
My eyes almost grew out of my head
But his body held me
His body used me
I’ll always be there for you
And I’ll never leave you
Said him
And I believed him
I held him tighter
He held me tighter
My breath heaved
His breath hoed
He pulled away and looked at me
Our eyes met
His smile caressed me
My smile engulfed him
This is a moment
That sticks in my mind forever
His hand
His breath
His words
His arms
I will always have a piece of him
Always in my memory
Always on my skin
In my tan shirt and sparkled jeans
His hand shall always remain
Even from when I was fifteen
About the Creator
Abigail Sulfridge
I am from Boise, Idaho. I am a Medtech and am going to college to be a teacher. Writing and acting have always been passions of mine and I'm glad I get to pursue them here.
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