Will’s empty classroom was barely lit, his own choice as he liked the darkness, the entire classroom having a dark and gloomy atmosphere. He stayed seated at his desk, staring into the distance. His mind was filled with distinct thoughts and feelings. Sure, he should have been focused on trying to catch The Chesapeake Ripper, but his thoughts lingered on a more.. sensitive, yet complex topic.

As he thought to himself, it was beginning to feel like that his daily, repetitive life was his destiny— wake up, eat breakfast, feed the dogs, go to work, come back home, eat dinner if he’s not feeling too exhausted, and go to sleep, if the nightmares don’t come. Sure, he didn’t complain too much about this, but there was something missing.

Something important, something he was craving more and more as time went on.

Human connection, another human’s touch.

Oh, how his mind was being bombarded with these constant thoughts. How he was starting to crave just the most simple touch— a hand brushing up against his arm perhaps. Or something even more pleasing— gentle and soft fingers running through his dark brown curls. As he sat there in his desk chair, his eyes slowly closed shut, his mind going through desiring scenarios.

But as he trapped himself in his mind, moving away from reality, a feeling of loneliness washed over him. He felt so lonely at times, and he wondered how long he’d have to wait for someone to be in his life— to wake up to another person in his bed, to run his fingers through that person’s hair, to have a sense of intimacy and love with that person.

How he was so touch starved, how he needed to be held, despite his own introverted personality and awkwardness. He had his issues.

But it didn’t mean he didn’t deserve love.