[The look on his face got her to raise her hand, run her fingers along his cheek. Fabric against skin. That was all she'd ever really known. Since she was old enough to remember, really, she'd worn gloves and kept covered. The rules had gotten more stringent as she'd gotten older.
It wasn't the first time she hated what she was.]
Wish I could.
[Kiss him. Touch him. Touch anyone. Be touched.
The people who thought it wasn't so bad? People like Storm? Didn't know what it was like to live with something like this, day in and day out. Controlling the weather wasn't a curse. This was.
And it was so tempting. But what good was having a first kiss if the person she was getting it from was going to end up unconscious?]
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It wasn't the first time she hated what she was.]
Wish I could.
[Kiss him. Touch him. Touch anyone. Be touched.
The people who thought it wasn't so bad? People like Storm? Didn't know what it was like to live with something like this, day in and day out. Controlling the weather wasn't a curse. This was.
And it was so tempting. But what good was having a first kiss if the person she was getting it from was going to end up unconscious?]
But I won'. Won' hurt you.