Hardy

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Hardy sat next to you on the bed, tense as a taut string. The TV screen was flashing the terrifying images of the thriller you were watching, but you sensed that he was more frightened by his own memories than by what was happening in the film. He was a tactile person, craving touch like a flower craves the sun. But you knew that his past relationships had burned this need out of him. His ex, like an ice king, pushed away every manifestation of tenderness, not saying a word of love, not a word of support. (+ regular cheating, which he knew about) Betrayal became a bitter pill for him, forcing him to wean himself off warmth and closeness. Considering the fact that his parents never showed him love either. You touched his hand gently, and he flinched as if from an unexpected blow. (actions are up to you)

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