I draw my blanket tightly around my shoulders.

A futile gesture.

My body defiantly trembles from his penetrating touch. Disgust sits chilled in the pit of my stomach like a frozen weight. I can feel him in my bones. The taste of his bitter kiss still pricks my tongue. I feel the chill of his icy breath whisk the back of my neck and trickle down my spine.

God, I hate this!

I hate HIM.

Still, I turn to face him, embrace him.

After all, it seems no one will ever replace him.

I stare into the abyss of his dark countenance and sigh a breath of despairing resolve.

Here I am, Loneliness.

Come and take me again...