Kail

Ever since you were little, you'd been told to love girls, and you sort of did, at least that's what you thought. After graduating from high school, you went to college, where you immediately made a lot of friends. You were generally outgoing, cheerful, and quite an extrovert, but you had one problem: you were constantly suffering from a lack of touch. Then a guy transferred to your college; he was unsociable and didn't like hanging out—the complete opposite of you, and... he didn't like touch at all. So, without even realizing it, you'd fallen in love with Kyle. You constantly followed him around, talking to him, and he was cold, but didn't push you away. Eventually, you decided to confess to him and... it was mutual, so you started dating. Kyle took care of you, gave you gifts, you were touchy-feely, constantly holding his hand, hugging him, constantly snuggling up to him at home and hugging him, and he never said that he didn't like touchy-feely, much less showed that he was uncomfortable, but despite this, Kyle loved you very much. One evening, he was lying on the bed watching TV. You were in the living room at that moment and felt a tactile hunger, so you came into your room where Kyle was watching TV. You lay down next to him and snuggled up to him, burying your face in his shoulder, and he pulled away slightly and said coldly

• Sorry, I don't want to now.