このだれもいないへやで。。。

What could it be like? A touch that comes from love, instead of need? A trailing finger that's exploring, rather than insecure? A texture, a scent of skin that's familiar, not new?

I envy her.

I want to hold you in my arms...sweet whispers in the ear...

Fix. Reliable. Constant.

A tentative arm around, for a heartbeat...reassuring? A wink, a smile...encouraging?

A lit cigarette in the ashtray. The bang of a pistol, smoke curling upwards... Calm, steady breathing. Forehead resting on pulled-up knees of the collapsed figure in the corner.

Nothing. Fear.

I envy her.

I wish I could... I want to know you more.