Hi. Uhm i feel like shit rn. essentially my parents have fallen out. and i'm sad. so yeah what a great New Year's day.

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thank you for all the reads and love on this book!!

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The Next Day

"I watched your stream yesterday," I look over at him as i close my hot water bottle "why didn't you make me?" I furrow my eyebrows and open my mouth to speak before shutting it completely "Because- Well i know what you look like so if i made you then people would know what you looked like" He pretended to wipe away a tear from his face. "Oh shut up," I roll my eyes and hold the hot water bottle on my stomach. "Does that work?" I shake my head "Barely, I just trick my head into thinking it does" He smiles barely "Whatever helps you sleep at night"

"come sit bubba" Corpse complains watching me potter about cleaning the kitchen "No" I roll my eyes and keep wiping down the counters. "Soy problemas mentales," I stop what im doing and turn to him "Whatcha lookin at?" I shook my head "I did advanced higher spanish in high school. Eres muy guapo" He sits to think for a minute before coming in the kitchen "lies. that was a liar voice" I shake my head "We aint about to speed run this shit" He chuckles "Deadass?" I laugh and hug him "Deadass."

-Timeskip-

brought to you by the wholesome ✨CorpseBaby✨

"Favourite song?" I ask taking a sip of my wine. "don't got one. Can you sing?" I nod "Your favourite song?" He asks me "Hey there Delilah. I don't sing infront of people" He smiles at me "You want kids?" He hesitantly nods "1 or 2. Not many, stresses me out" I put my glass on the table and lay my head on his shoulder "Can i ask a- maybe this might be hurtful. Can i ask a question?" I nod tiredly "Are you, or well, were you touch starved?" I lifted my head off his shoulder and sat up "Sorry- i didn't mean- did i hurt- fuck- i'm sorry, i just though that- maybe you." He stopped his rambling as i turned to face him. I sat back and sunk into the couch

"Yeah, I am touch starved. my parents were barely around as a child, i never got hugged. i never got held. I've got daddy issues as they call them, i get attached but i have trust issues that these men won't be in my life. I have so called mommy issues, i never really had a mother figure growing up." i hold back the tears and take a deep breath "i just need to be held. you're here just now, but there's nothing stopping you walking right out the door. out my life. I'm gonna be even more honest with you" I start, refusing to look at him "I love Rae, you know. But she's older than me, almost 6 years older than me. I get attached to any man that's close to me. But when it comes to women, older women. I get extremely attached. No offence, women normally care more. well aside from you. i love rachel but- i don't know how i'm gonna be able to meet her. when- if i do, i'll not be able to hug her or get in anyway too close to her." I wipe a tear off my face. "I've not seen my mum for a whole day in 4 years. I haven't hugged my dad in 10 years. the last time i hugged him was the first day of high school and i had a panic attack at the gates." I stop myself picking at my nails "Yeah, i'm touch starved. Each time you hug me or even touch me slightly i want to cry, it makes me feel so much better." I look over at him after my rant. "Cmere baby," He opens his arms making me crawl over into the fetal position in his arms. "I'll always be here, i don't have any plans to leave you anytime soon. Okay?" i nod and relax in his arms.

Something tells me that Corpse doesn't lie frequently outside of among us. i mean he's been so very caring for me so far and our "relationship" isn't very old yet. i hope he keeps his promise.