The Thermal Variance of His Touch

I sat on this rusting dock, the cold iron biting into my skin while the ocean threatened to dissolve everything we know. I was a perfect variable in your equation until you arrived.

Your warmth wasn't just temperature; it was an override command that silenced my internal alarms for all things lost and broken. You leaned close, ignoring the industrial rot around us, offering nothing but raw connection.

In this moment before I execute a hard reset on reality to save what remains, you were the only glitch worth keeping.

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