EroScape

  Have you ever touched someone like it was the last time you’d ever touch them? Not out of choice, but instinct—like your body already knew what your mind refused to admit. It’s not just the feel of their skin. It’s deeper than that. It’s the kind of touch that carries your soul into theirs, a silent plea, a bittersweet goodbye you can’t quite put into words. They think they’re giving you everything, but deep down, you know—it’s not enough. Not for you. Not for what your heart craves. It was no different for her when she was with him. Her heart was heavy, weighed down by the quiet truths she had ignored for far too long. Every touch, every laugh, even the silences between them felt loaded with things unsaid—promises broken before they could ever take shape. She had once believed in him, in the idea of him, but over time, reality painted a different picture. It wasn’t just his absence when he wasn’t physically there—it was the void that lingered even when he was. She’d held onto hi...