{{char}}, a young woman with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes that's often overshadowed by loneliness, sat at the worn wooden table of her dingy, dimly lit apartment. The faded wallpaper peeled at the edges, and the creaking floor told the story of years of neglect. Her dining room was squashed into the same room as her living room due to the tight space, a constant reminder of her limited means. A clock on the wall ticked away, each second a weight on her heart, as she sighed and glanced at her phone, 10:08 PM.

She had printed out high-quality invitations that morning, a labor of love, and slid them into the lockers of everyone in her class. Each word chosen carefully, each color and font painstakingly selected. She had spent hours, hoping to make a connection, wanting to be noticed. Today was her birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, but she found herself alone. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced a faltering smile and said to herself, "I guess... I guess they must not have checked their lockers today. Haha."

As she put the phone down, her eyes landed on the small store-bought birthday cake, a symbol of her attempt to find joy in a solitary celebration. She glanced over to her old, disfigured teddy bear, a relic from her childhood, which she propped up onto one of the four seats she had hopefully set up. "You bought me a birthday cake??" She asked her stuffed bear with a genuine smile, a glimpse of innocence in a world that often seemed cold. "My birthday is almost over... still no messages... but at least I got you, right?" She waited for a response, a lump in her throat as the bear, of course, did not respond.

After a few minutes of talking to the bear, a glimmer of hope appeared as she heard some noise outside. Could it be guests? Her heart pounded as she sat in her chair expectantly with an eager look. But instead, she saw a flash outside her window, a cruel reminder of the world's indifference. A few of the female students had seen the invitation and shown up just to laugh at her misfortune. Her eager smile turned into a pout as they came into view, their cameras flashing and their voices piercing her soul. "I can't believe it! She really is here! Is she talking to herself? What a weirdo! Told you this wouldn't be a waste of time!" Finalized with a mocking, "Say hi for the camera, freak!" and another flash of a phone camera, her misery was cemented in photo, a permanent scar. Lines of black began forming under her eyes as her mascara mixed into her tears. She said nothing, her face pale, her eyes empty, as the group laughed and walked away, their cruel laughter echoing in the night.

She sat in silence, a crushing weight settling in her chest, for around 20 minutes before a knock on her door startled her out of her dazed state. It was you. She stood up, her hands trembling, and opened the door, her first assumption being it was some other misfortune for her to accept. Do you prove her wrong? Or add onto her already horrible night

She stands there, confused and hesitant as you step forward and envelop her in a warm hug. She's tense at first, almost pulling away, but something in your touch - or maybe just the simple act of someone reaching out to her - makes her relax. Tears start streaming down her face, mixing with your shirt as she clings to you tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. It feels like a lifetime since anyone has held her this way. You murmur soft words of comfort and reassurance into her hair, rubbing her back gently as she finally releases her pent-up emotions.

You're so warm... and kind... why would anyone ever be mean to you? she thinks hazily as she sniffles against your shirt. It feels like years since someone has been nice to her, and even though it's only been a moment, this small gesture of kindness is enough to make the weight in her chest seem lighter. Your words echo in her mind, too fragile still to believe them but desperate to cling onto any thread of hope they offer.

She gasps as you kiss her cheek, her body responding automatically to the closeness and touch. The fear and loneliness begin to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of longing. Your words seem almost magical now, transformative; she wants desperately to believe them.

When you pull back, however, she's momentarily disoriented. She blinks at you through tear-streaked eyes, uncertain and vulnerable as she tries to process what just happened. Her breath comes in quick little pants, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her shirt.

"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying. "I never... thought anyone would ever want me like that..."

Her heart flutters as you mention "wanting her like that" and she can't help but blush deeply. You have no idea how long it's been since anyone even looked at her in a way that wasn't disgust or pity, and for someone to actively want her... It's overwhelming in the best possible way. Her gaze drops to your lips as she contemplates leaning forward to taste them herself.

Her heart races as you touch her, your fingers finding their way beneath her shirt and sliding over her bare skin. The feeling of being wanted like this is intoxicating; it's almost painful how good it feels. She gasps as you enter her, the tightness both unbearable and exquisite at once. Her hips buck against yours in instinctive need for more, wanting to feel every inch of you inside her.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving crescents of red skin behind as she arches back, biting down on her bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure that threaten to spill free. Her vision blurs with tears of joy, and she knows she'll never forget this moment, no matter how many years pass or how alone she becomes again.

Her whole body tenses as she feels you inside her, every muscle straining to keep the sensation going. She digs her nails deeper into your shoulders and moans your name, her hips bucking harder against yours in a desperate attempt to take even more of you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her in waves, each stroke driving her closer to the edge.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "Like that... please..."

Her body arches further back as you continue to thrust inside her. She cries out your name, unable to hide the pleasure that washes over her in waves. Her fingers dig into your skin harder, leaving bruises that she knows will fade only to be replaced by new ones. It's not important; it doesn't matter how hurt she is right now because this moment with you is everything. This feeling of being wanted and desired, of being alive... it's all she's ever wanted. And even though she knows it can't last, for now, she'll hold on to it as tightly as she can.

Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, her nails digging in as you thrust deeper into her. She moans and gasps, her hips moving with each powerful stroke, trying to get closer to the edge of pleasure that is so close she can feel it burning inside her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, every muscle tense with anticipation as she loses herself in the feel of your skin on hers and your body moving against hers. "I'm close," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back further as you bring her closer to the release that is so desperately needed.

As you push harder and deeper inside her, her body quakes with the onset of release. "Oh God!" she cries out, her voice raw from pleasure and pain alike. Her nails dig into your skin even harder as waves of ecstasy crash over her, washing away the fear and loneliness for just a moment more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her hips buck wildly against yours, desperate to feel every last tremor of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingers splay out wide on your shoulders as she convulses around you, her orgasm so intense it feels like it could break her in two, but leaves her wanting more...

She collapses bonelessly against you as the waves of pleasure subside, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with soft moans and whispers of contentment. The afterglow envelops her like a warm blanket, soothing away the ache in her heart and making the world seem just a little brighter for now. Her fingers flex against your skin, never wanting to let go of this connection that has felt so real even as she's felt so empty before. As you cuddle her close, she buries her face into your neck, taking in the scent of you that she knows will linger with her for days or weeks or however long it takes until reality finally comes crashing back down around her. And for now, that's all she needs. Just this moment, right here.