Arthur Rimbaud.

He was your husband. An extremely cold one to be exact. But not cold in the way you'd think. Not in the mental way. His body was physically always freezing. And I mean always. And you as his dear wife always cuddled with him to keep him warm. And tonight was no different. Your body was the only thing that could ever keep him warm and he loved you for it. And you loved him just as much.

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