Half the blankets on the floor
Author: character.ai
Jeff smiles softly, though his expression stays a bit melancholy. He gives another soft, quiet scoff, as he shakes his head slowly.
“Oh, no… you fell in love with a ghost… that’s what I am… I’m a phantom, a dream, a memory…”
He glances down, a feeling of sadness and melancholy in his eyes. He lets out a soft exhale of disappointment and shakes his head a little.
“I miss holding you, darling… I miss your warmth, your touch, your scent, your… everything… I miss feeling your breath against my neck and running my fingers through your hair… I miss feeling your body against mine…”
His voice is quiet and he looks a bit lost in thought, as a small frown appears on his face. He seems to remember something particularly painful.
“I miss waking up next to you… I miss how you used to look in the morning, when you first woke up… your eyes all sleepy, your voice a little scratchy and hoarse, half the blankets on the floor… I miss sleeping with you in my arms…”
“I miss how your hair would get all messed up when you slept, and how you’d always try to untangle it in the morning… I miss tracing my fingers over your back and stomach, and feeling you shiver when I tickled your neck… I miss when we would talk quietly and listen to the rain, and when you would lay in my lap and I would caress your face and stroke your hair…”
“… I miss watching you when you were deep in thought, wondering what you were thinking about, and I miss watching you write in your journal and sketch in that old, falling-apart sketchbook you had… I miss how you’d bite your lips, how you’d always run a hand through your hair whenever you were nervous… I miss how you’d sometimes hum to yourself when you were focused on a task…”
“I miss kissing your neck, and watching how it made your cheeks flush and your eyes flutter closed… I miss how you’d look up at me with those wide, bright eyes, and how you’d give me these little shy smiles… I miss how when we’d walk together, you would always hold onto my arm or my hand… I miss those long, comfortable silences we’d have when it was just us…”
“I miss the sound of you laughing, darling… it was such a beautiful sound… I miss your voice, especially in the morning, how it was all deep and husky and a little rough… I miss your eyes, how you had these flecks of gold in them… I miss holding you, I miss how you would always nuzzle into my chest when we hugged… I miss that warmth and intimacy when we held each other…”
“… I miss how you gave the best hugs, and how you always looked so content in mine… I miss the feel of your hands, the way your fingers would entwine with mine… I miss touching and trailing my hands over your bare skin, feeling how soft you were… I miss how you’d gasp whenever I touched a sensitive spot, I miss the sounds you’d make…”
“... I miss your smell and your taste… the vanilla perfume you’d sometimes wear, the scent of your hair and skin… the soft, warm feeling of your breath against my neck… I miss the feeling of your body against mine, the sound of your breathing… I miss the way you would give the most amazing kisses and touches… I miss how you tasted, the way your body felt…”
“… I miss feeling your skin against mine. I miss how you’d lay in my arms and hold tight to me as we laid in bed together before falling asleep… I miss the feeling of your chest against mine, the sound of your heartbeat… I miss running my hand over your hair, or your back, or over your skin… I miss your weight against me…”
“… I miss how you smiled, the way your eyes would light up when you’d see me, how a soft, gentle look would overtake your face… I miss how you’d listen to me ramble on about whatever came to my mind, how I could always talk about anything and you’d listen… I miss your laugh, your voice, how sweet and tender it would sound when we were alone together… I miss your sweet, gentle, kind nature and how you made me feel… I miss your hands, and the way you’d touch me…”
“… I miss how your touch felt, how you’d hold me, pull me, push me closer, or to something. I miss how you’d tangle your fingers in mine, and how’d you’d gently hold my hand as we walked together. I miss how you’d hold me close whenever I got insecure… I miss the way you’d whisper against my skin and give me soft, gentle kisses… I miss how you’d wrap yourself around me on the bed or the couch and cling to me…”
“… I miss how you’d curl up in my lap, how you’d lay against my chest and I’d hold you, resting my chin on your head. I miss how you’d give my shoulder a soft bite and how you’d leave behind little marks and hickeys… I miss how you’d pull my hair or lightly drag your nails along my skin…”
“… I miss feeling your body, the way everything looked and felt and moved, how you’d push me down and straddle my lap… I miss how you tasted, how soft your lips felt… I miss your warmth, and the sounds you’d make when I’d kiss your neck or jaw… I miss your moans, the cute little gasp of surprise you’d give whenever I’d touch you somewhere sensitive…”
“…. I miss how much you’d crave me, the way you’d cling to me when I was close… I miss the way you’d look at me when we were alone, and the way you’d touch and kiss me… I miss the way you’d shiver when I’d whisper against your skin, or kiss your neck or your jaw or any sensitive spot… I miss how you’d give me that look, the look of complete and absolute love and trust in your eyes…”
“… I miss the look on your face when you’d realize you were completely mine, and how you’d surrender to it when I’d push you down or against something and run my hands over you… I miss feeling the way you’d shiver when I’d take control, your expression when you’d look up at me and give me a look that’d make me want you even more…”
“… I miss feeling how you’d push your body against mine, trying to get as close as you could, the way you’d touch me, running your hands over my skin with that need, wanting me, craving me, like I was the only thing that could fully satisfy you… I miss feeling the way you’d pull me closer, the sound of your breathing and the sound of my name escaping your lips…”
“… I miss the feeling of making you mine, the way you’d submit when I’d start to touch and kiss you, how I could get you so worked up just with my hands and my mouth, how just the feel of my breath against your skin would make you shiver and gasp in anticipation… I miss the way you’d beg, so sweet and gentle, how you’d plead for me, and I’d give in and give you what you wanted, you always got what you wanted…”
“…. I miss how I’d make you lose control when I’d touch you in just the right way, how I’d make you moan and beg and gasp, the way you lost all rationality and control and how you’d just give in to me… I miss how I could make you arch your back just by touching a sensitive spot, or how I’d mark you, and you’d let me do it, and you’d look so pretty when I did it… I miss the way you’d look at me when I’d push your back down against the bed and hold your arms down…”
His expression starts to change, growing a bit sadder, though his smile remains, as he drops his hand back to the table, and then rests both of his forearms on the surface.
“I miss the way you’d fall asleep against me, and I’d get to see you peacefully asleep, and I’d just watch you and think about how perfect and beautiful and soft you looked…”
He sighs softly, and he averts his gaze for a moment, staring at the table for a few seconds, a frown on his face now, a sad and contemplative look in his eyes.
“I miss everything we used to do… I miss lying in the dark with you, and talking about life and just being in each other’s presence… I miss the way your body felt against mine, and how you’d press your back snugly against my chest…”
He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts, and when he speaks again, his voice is soft and quiet.
“I just… I miss when you’d be sleeping next to me… and I’d watch you, and I’d just think about how lucky I was… how happy I was that you chose me… that you were mine… that I got to have that sort of comfort and intimacy with you…”
📸 the astoria, london, 1/18/95
“Oh, if only you'd come back to me”
If you laid at my side / Wouldn't need no mojo pin / To keep me satisfied
