Only One Touch

//𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐛. 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.//That's how she thought. That's how it always had worked. Until she starts to see her in her dreams. Untouchable.. a face barely distinguishable driving her to insanity. Who thought that only one touch could give her the chance to truly love. ~ 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭. I wrote this story when I was 12 and am now rewriting it and translating it into english (which is NOT my first language). I wrote this story to cope with my early depression and identity disorder which now I know might have only been early signs of OCD. I hope this story is making anyone happy whos reading it. I don't wanna spoil too much but the story might end better than expected.. my 12 year old me wanted to have a nice ending atleast in this Universe (of this story).