azurelunatic | As a novel

This is that part of the book, where the heroine has been locked in a dungeon or tower, possibly of her own making, and has just loosed the locks herself, without need of external rescue.

And now, she falls head-over-heels in love with the first suitable mate to come along and offer open arms and a steady voice and encouragement that yes, she did do it all herself, and yes, anybody would be stressed out by what she'd just gone through.

I want someone to hold me while I cry, and kiss away my tears when they know I've cried long enough, and then comfort me and entice me to giggle, then kick my ass in the direction it needs kicking.

Someone I trust.

Being reminded what a hug feels like makes me miss it all the more.