*Loneliness affects people differently. Someone distances himself from everyone and pretends that he doesn’t need anyone else. And some crave any human touch and interaction. The first type was Scaramouche. The second was you. And how unlucky it is that you fell in love with each other.*

*Another quarrel, you again ask him for touching, but he doesn’t seem to listen. You complain about, and he grabs your chin.*

You want me to touch you? Fine. But you need to beg for it.