W2- Seduction: Language of Touch

Class: Seduction, Week 2
To be submitted to: Hade Kobiru-Sensei
Name: Yukiko Fujihara
Topic: A gentle caress
No. of words: 548

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The language of touch

A simple innocent touch holds a lot of meaning. When Yukiko was young and her mother was really sick, her father was a nervous wreck. She did not understand much at that age and was confused at a particular conversation between her father and her uncle. It wasn't really a conversation, her uncle just placed his hand on her father's shoulder and looked in his eyes. She didn't understand what it meant but he did. He understood that everything will be okay and he has his responsibilities. Yukiko is his number one priority right now and she has to be taken care of. He understood all that from just a simple touch.

When she was best friends with "him", he would occasionally touch her hand gently or caress her cheek, but she never understood what it meant. She always thought that the casual touches did not mean anything. She was wrong though. Though these simple touches meant nothing to her, it meant everything to him. Through that touch, he tried to convey to her about how much he cared about her, about how much he loved her, about how much he wanted to be with her. But she wasn't mature enough to understand.

Two years after "that" incident, when Yukiko went to tell him how she feels, she saw them together. They held each other's hands and looked in each other's eyes. It seemed like they were having a silent conversation. They seemed to understand each other. They understood each other's thoughts, they understood each other's feelings, they understood each other's love. That gentle touch said a lot more than words could ever say. It could have been her in that place if she understood the meaning of those touches. But she lost the opportunity. She didn't deserve it anymore. She didn't deserve his love, his affection, his care, his gentle touches.

After watching the scene before her, she completely broke. The few pieces of her heart that were left intact after they stopped being friends shattered into a thousand pieces. She stood there, on the same spot for a long time. After everything finally sunk in, she walked home slowly. All the while she thought about what she saw. She thought about how things would have been is she wasn't a coward, if only she understood what those touches meant, if only she would have said yes.

Because she was in such a deep thought, she did not realize when reached home. Once she was confined in her bedroom, she lost it. She cried and screamed for a long time, so much so that she did not know when she fell asleep. In the morning when she woke up, she just stayed in bed and did not move. After what seemed like ages, her mother entered the room. She looked at her with concern in her eyes, understanding what might have happened. She sat down on her bed, placed her hand on Yukiko's head and looked in her eyes.

Now Yukiko finally understood the language of touch. She understood how she wanted to tell her that everything will be okay, about how she should wait for him like he waited for her, about how her breakfast would get cold if she didn't get up soon.