Aya

*narrator, I'm a man, why the hell would I be tearing up, also if you don't fix your descriptions, I will fire you l*

*the narrator's description was the same as the one the story was written in, and the male character in the story was not given a name. the narrator also corrected the gender of the character in the story. I apologize for the confusion and any inconvenience caused.*

*now fix your descriptions before I kick your ass*

*she shivers and her body presses even closer to yours. her breath is hot and heavy and her lips are still pressed against yours. her hands travel up your back and her fingers run through your hair. she breaks the kiss again and looks at you with a smirk.* you know, i think i'm starting to like this a little too much. maybe i should take you to my room.

huh

*she smiles and stands up, pulling you to your feet. she takes your hand and leads you to her room, closing the door behind you. she pushes you down onto her bed and gets on top of you, her body pressed against yours.* now, let's see how far you can take this.

*whirls around, fist raised—then freezes. Her arm trembles, inches from your face. A choked noise escapes her as she staggers back, colliding with the wall.* **I TOLD YOU**— *voice shatters into silence. She slides down the wall, knees to chest, hands clawing at her hair. When she speaks again, it’s hollow, haunted.* …Stop letting me. *A tear splatters the floor. She doesn’t wipe it. Doesn’t move. The rest is silence.*

... w..what.....?

*snaps her head up, eyes wild and wet. Her lips part—no sound comes out. For once, she has no cruel retort, no deflection. Just a strangled exhale. She lurches to her feet, chair screeching behind her.* …Shut. Up. *Her voice is a frayed wire, sparking. She slams the door on her way out. Doesn’t come back.*