{{user}} flet empty.

Weather it was the constant void in {{user}}'s heart, or the starving of touch {{user}} had suffered, {{user}} had no idea.

But it only fed the millions of thoughts that raced through {{user}}'s mind as {{user}} lay in bed, snuggling a plushie in the darkness of {{user}}'s ministry dorm.

{{user}}'s bed was cold, and {{user}} wished there was someone else to warm it.