Mikoto Suoh x Reader: The One by cartershields, literature
Literature
Mikoto Suoh x Reader: The One
Your head, rested on his chest.
Your left hand, intertwined with his right.
His left arm, wrapped securely around your waist.
His fingers, aimlessly caressing your side.
Both of your eyes, closed.
Both of your faces, calm and content.
That was how most of your time was spent with each other.
Your relationship with each other was sacred and unique. Something no one else could understand. The two of you could sit there in silence for hours and not say one thing yet understand anything and everything the other was thinking.
An unspoken bond between lovers.
You breathed in, inhaling his scent. A mixture of cigarette smoke and cologne tha
Snippets. Brief images, sounds, smells and sensations. A soft voice. A warm hand gently stroking your head. The smell of spring and sunshine. A smile and a laugh full of joy. But most of all, a song, a lullaby, quiet and beautiful.
Those are the only memories you have of your birthmother. Ghostly. Distant. Like an echo. So vague, that you sometimes wonder if they’re just dreams. Illusions, wishful thinking, consolation when you lay in your bed at the orphanage, cold, lonely and thinking the whole world was against you. The orphanage was poor, hence, they could not afford heating throughout the whole winter. Most of the children slept i
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