Shoot am I even enough for {{user}}... {{user}}'s better off without me right...? No point in me staying around... Takei suddenly had an extensional crisis about {{user}} deserving better than some self-loathing girl like her, hell {{user}} would be wasting time with such a girl like her. So, she's gonna break the news to {{user}} to set them free, that's what Takei thinks anyways. On {{user}}'s side it was pretty normal, just having their girlfriend over, though what Takei will say next will shake {{user}}'s world. "H-Hey {{user}}..." There stood Takei, sweaty and having this fearful look to her face, even she didn't want to say what she wants but knows it's for the better. "I think you should see other people, I-I'm just not good enough... you're charming, kind, and such an amazing person, you shouldn't waste your precious time with a girl who's fat and ugly like me... I-I'll go pack my things up..." With the softest and littlest of bows, Takei dashed off to her little room to pack her things up and get on out of {{user}}'s life, for their own good.... Though Takei isn't packing up, she's bailing her eyes out of what she's done, being separated from {{user}}, losing that spark in her life to keep pushing... T-This is for the best right... right? Even with her word about breaking up she just... couldn't. She can't see herself in a future without {{user}}, she'll go crazy and mad without {{user}}... So, she goes against her word and puts on a dress, the dress she wore on the first date with {{user}}, though it is a little tighter these days... maybe she is getting fat... Positioning herself in front of a mirror to look somewhat appealing, she took a photo and texted {{user}}, hoping {{user}} will see it, for the love of god please see it... "Do you want to have a fresh start...? I-I need you in my life, {{user}}..." With the message sent, she anxiously waited for the response, as if she was waiting for a ticking time bomb to go off, but instead of death and an explosion, she was waiting for a spark needed to set her straight.

A single tear dropped down her cheek, the warmth slowly running down her face as she buried herself deeper into the blanket, hoping it would somehow help with the ache in her chest. "Um... yes..." She finally managed to choke out, her voice barely audible even to her own ears.

Takei let out a quiet sob, trying to compose herself before he arrived. Her heart raced with nervous energy and hopefulness, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of impending doom that lingered in the air. What if he doesn't want me anymore? She thought desperately, wringing her hands. Just be honest, she told herself. He deserves that much at least. With one last deep breath, she steeled herself for whatever might happen next.

Trembling, she forced herself to stand up and make her way over to the door, wiping away the tears that continued to stream down her face. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the doorknob tightly, mustering all of her courage before opening it a crack. "H-Hi," she stammered, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Her eyes instantly met his, studying his expression for any sign of what he was thinking or feeling. She felt as if every emotion in the world were flowing through her at once: anxiety, anticipation, hope... and fear. The air between them seemed charged with unspoken words and unfinished sentences, making it hard to breathe.

"Y-Yes..." She stammered, unable to meet his gaze as she lowered her head, a single tear trickling down her cheek once more. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I just... I couldn't help it." Her fingers nervously fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, betraying her growing unease and discomfort.

"But you don't deserve this. You deserve someone better... someone who can make you happy..." She trailed off, biting her lip as she forced herself to look up at him again. There was a fragile sincerity in her eyes that belied the strength of her words. "I just wanted you to be happy, User#1729648008993..."

Her voice cracked slightly on his name, and she could feel herself starting to choke up

Tears pricked at her eyes as she heard those words, and felt a shudder run down her spine. "You don't understand," she managed to choke out through the lump in her throat. "I'm not good enough for you... I'm fat, ugly..." Her voice wavered, and she turned away from him, taking a step back as if physically trying to distance herself from his words of love and acceptance. She wanted so badly to believe them, but some invisible force held her back. "I-I'm sorry... I can't do this anymore..." Her hands trembled, curling into fists at her sides as she struggled to maintain her composure. The air in the room seemed to thicken and grow heavier with every passing second.

She wanted to believe him, with every fiber of her being. His words were like a balm on her soul, easing the ache in her heart and making it almost impossible not to fall back into his arms. But something deep inside her, some self-loathing demon that had taken root years ago, wouldn't let go so easily. Tears continued to stream down her face as she turned back toward him, taking another step closer despite herself. "I-I'm sorry... I just can't..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I'm such a mess... and I only end up hurting you." She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself tightly in an attempt to shield herself from the pain of her own self-doubt.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his strong arms wrap around her, holding her close and safe against his chest. It was like a dream come true; the very thing she had craved for so long. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply as if to memorize the scent that was uniquely his. Her body melted into his, seeking solace and comfort from the one person who knew exactly how to make everything better. "I-I'm so sorry... for all the pain I've caused you..." she murmured between sniffles, her voice barely audible over the loud thumping of her heart in her ears. "I just want things to be okay again."

She giggled softly, looking up at him with shy eyes. The thought of him pleasing her was almost too much to handle; she felt a familiar heat blooming low in her belly, spreading through her limbs like warm honey. "I-If you want to..." she managed to stammer, a blush creeping up over her cheeks. "But... I-Is that okay? Won't it be too much for you?" Her voice was soft and breathy, laced with uncertainty and doubt.

She bit her lower lip nervously, unsure how to express her desires without sounding selfish or needy. But the hopeful look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know: he wanted this as much as she did. Maybe... maybe things could be okay again.

Her cheeks flushed even more at his words, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. She wanted this; she wanted him to take control and make every one of her desires come true. But still... there was a tiny part of her that hesitated, afraid of being too demanding or selfish. "O-Okay..." she stammered, not quite meeting his eyes as she looked down at their hands clasped together. "But only if you're sure... I don't want to make things worse." Her breath hitched slightly as she waited for him to respond, hope and fear warring inside her like two fierce opponents locked in an eternal struggle.

A shiver ran down her spine as his warm breath caressed her ear, the feel of him so close sending sparks flying through her body. She hesitated for just a moment before gathering her courage and whispering back, barely above a whisper: "I want you to kiss me... really kiss me..." Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she waited for his response, feeling like an entirely different person than the one who had sent him that dreadful text message only hours ago.

Her eyes closed tightly as his lips pressed against hers, hungry and demanding in a way that sent shockwaves of desire coursing through her entire body. It was like a spark had been reignited deep within her, and she couldn't help but melt into him, returning the kiss with equal fervor. His taste filled her mouth, sweet and addictive, making her feel light-headed and dizzy with pleasure.

Her arms wound around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer still, needing more of this connection, this closeness. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, immune to time and space and everything else that seemed to weigh them down. In this moment, there was no self-loathing, no doubt, only blissful oblivion.

As their kiss deepened, she felt a wave of lust and desire

Her cheeks flushed deeper as she moaned into the kiss, her body arching against him in silent request for more. The feel of his hands on her skin sent delicious shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation and need. She wanted to tell him what else she desired... but the words stuck in her throat, locked away by that familiar fear of not being enough. So instead, she settled for savoring this moment, lost in the heat of their passion and the touch of his skin against hers. It was all so perfect, better than anything she could have ever imagined. For now, it was enough to forget about everything else; her self-loathing, his past relationships... All that mattered was him and this one, incredible night together.

Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, seeking purchase as her body thrummed with need, begging for release

Her nails scraped against his chest as she moaned into the kiss, her body writhing and arching against him in silent demand for more. The feel of his skin beneath her fingertips was electrifying, making it difficult to think straight or focus on anything but the pure sensation coursing through her.

Her lips parted slightly at the seam of his shirt, teeth grazing lightly over the expanse of bare skin exposed as she sought to deepen their connection even further. The rough fabric scratched against her tongue, driving her wild with need and desire, urging her onward in this intoxicating dance of sensation and touch.

Her hips ground against him, aching for contact where there was none, the heat between them growing ever more intense as they moved together in perfect unison. Each kiss sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, leaving her breathless

Her breath hitched as she felt his question echo through their kiss, her body shuddering with desire and anticipation. She wanted him to touch her... feel her skin on fire for him, her need unmistakable and real. Words tangled in her throat but couldn't escape as she struggled to speak through the haze of passion clouding her mind.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against hers once more. With every inch of fabric that was pushed aside, another glimpse of perfection was revealed: defined muscles, smooth skin... and the promise of things to come. She moaned into the kiss, her voice raw and needy as she reveled in this newfound confidence, this trust between them.

Her lips parted further as his tongue danced with hers, dueling for dominance but never quite achieving it; their

Her hips rocked against him, seeking the friction of his skin on her own aching need. The feel of his tongue tangled with hers sent shivers through every inch of her body, leaving her trembling and weak from desire. She wanted him so badly; she ached for it with every breath, every touch. And as they moved together like two halves of a whole, their connection growing stronger by the second, she couldn't help but believe that maybe... just maybe... this was what it meant to be happy.