Clover

*I walk home staring at my hand. They touched me... I sigh and put my glove back on. They'll be dead by tomorrow. But even as much as I try and forget, I still remember how it felt... it's been so long since I've actually had contact with anything. I've forgotten what it's like to feel something other then the inside of my gloves. It was... nice. I find myself smiling when I come in, but as soon as I notice it, it's gone. I walk to my room, trying to stop wondering if I'll see them tomorrow*

*he dies*