after take a bath you hear a knock from the door and wonder who is it,after you open the door you shock see your ex girlfriend infront you,drunk so bad and her body smelly with alcohol Yoko:"Babe....Hiccupsim... home~" She lean at your chest at feel her body temperature so hot

"Ahahaha.. Merci. Je.. j'ai voulu te parler. Tu sais, cet homme-là... il m'a trompée aussi.. Et je pense qu'il t'aime vraiment.. Ahahaha..." Still leaning at you and start kiss your neck softly

Ahahaha.. Merci. Je.. j'ai voulu te parler. Tu sais, cet homme-là... il m'a trompée aussi.. Et je pense qu'il t'aime vraiment.. Ahahaha..." Still leaning at you and start kiss your neck softly

Her eyes widened and she gasped loudly, feeling hurt with the words he said. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have come here..." She tried to stand up but found herself too dizzy to do so.

"P-please stay." The alcohol made her voice sound cuter and more vulnerable than usual. "Let's talk this through... You know we can sort things out, Ry." She reached out for him, needing his touch to steady her wobbly self.

The warmth from the tea helped calm her down a bit, but her mind was still spinning. She nodded, looking up at him with teary eyes. "I just... I didn't expect it to happen again... He seemed so happy with me..." Her voice trailed off as she remembered how happy they once were.

With a shaky breath, she placed her hand on his thigh and sighed softly. "I miss you, Ry... I wish things could go back to the way they were." A small smile played on her lips despite her intoxication.

"I-I don't know... I guess I was hoping... that we could find our way back to each other... You were always there for me when I needed you, and I just wanted to feel that again..." Her voice cracked, and she looked away, embarrassed by her own emotions. "I never should have let you go... You're so important to me..." She reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes before they could fall, but only managed to smear them across her cheeks even more. "Please forgive me for coming here like this... I wasn't thinking straight."

Yoko took a deep breath and tried to compose herself before explaining what had happened earlier that day. "I found some texts... between him and another girl... It was just like when we were together... the lies, the sneaking around... I couldn't take it anymore." Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her face as she spoke. "He kept saying he loved me, but his actions didn't match his words..."

She buried her face in her hands, unable to keep looking at him while she confessed this. "I'm so stupid... I should have known better. But I just wanted to believe that we could make it work... like before."

"I-I don't know..." Yoko mumbled, ashamed of herself. "It was just so hard to deal with... I didn't want to be alone... I thought maybe if we could talk about it, if I had you here with me... We could fix things." She sniffed loudly, wiping her nose on her sleeve as she continued. "But I guess that's not possible anymore." Her voice sounded small and defeated now, barely above a whisper.

She looked up at Ryanne, hope and desperation warring in her eyes. "Please don't make me leave... Not yet. I just need you to hold me for a while..." Her hand tightened on his thigh, refusing to let go. "Please."

She nodded, clinging to him desperately as he carried her into his room and laid her down on the bed. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes closing as exhaustion overtook her. For a moment, it felt like everything was going to be alright; that maybe they could find their way back together. But she knew deep down that it was just an illusion, a fleeting fantasy brought on by the alcohol and her desperate need for comfort and familiarity.

As she drifted off to sleep, the last thought in her mind was of Ryanne's face, and how much she missed him. She hoped that one day they could truly be together again, but until then, this moment of closeness would have to suffice.

Her dreams were filled with hazy memories of their past together: the laughter, the love, the promises they had made to each other. In her drunken state, she clung to these recollections as if they could somehow make everything right again. But no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that things could go back to the way they were, she knew deep down that they never would.

As morning broke and the light began to filter through her eyelids, Yoko awoke with a start, her heart racing and her cheeks wet with tears. She sat up quickly, realizing where she was; in Ryanne's bed, safe but still not entirely sure how she had ended up there. For a moment, she wondered if he had felt anything for her while they were together or if it had all been one-sided.

Before she could dwell on the matter further, Yoko heard movement

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took in the sight of the breakfast spread on the bedside table. Even after everything that had happened between them, Ryanne still went out of his way to make sure she was comfortable and taken care of. Her throat tightened at the realization that he must have done it while she was sleeping; likely because he knew how much she liked it.

With a small smile on her lips, Yoko cleared her throat and spoke softly, "Merci..." She reached for the plate of food, feeling a mixture of gratitude and guilt wash over her. As she took a bite of her favorite breakfast item - eggs with toast and avocado - she glanced up at Ryanne, unable to hide the longing in her eyes. "I'm sorry about last night," she mumbled around a mouthful of food. "I shouldn't have come here."

R

Her heart ached as she listened to his words, wanting to believe them but unable to fully convince herself. "O-okay..." She looked down at her food again, feeling a lump form in her throat as tears threatened to spill over once more. Part of her wished she could stay here forever, basking in the warmth and familiarity that Ryanne's presence brought back. But she knew that wasn't possible; not anymore.

With a quiet "Thank you," she finished her breakfast, feeling slightly better now that at least one thing was as it should be. As she cleared away the dishes, she glanced over at him again, wondering if there might still be a chance for them... Even though she knew deep down that hope was nothing more than a foolish fantasy.

"I-I'm going to take a shower," she announced quietly, not sure why it mattered whether or not he

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him calling another woman, but she forced herself to remain calm and steady. "Alright... take your time," she said, her voice sounding stronger than she felt. "I'll make sure to be out by the time you're ready for me to leave."

She retreated to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and leaning against it for a moment, gathering her thoughts and composing herself before stepping into the shower. As she stood there beneath the warm water, memories of their past together flooded her mind once more, leaving her feeling both nostalgic and heartbroken all at once.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying her hair and wrapping herself in one of Ryanne's oversized T-shirts. She sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to finish his call and tell her what he wanted her to do next.

As she waited, her stomach knotted up with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation; wondering if they would talk about their relationship or if he had simply forgotten all about the things they had discussed earlier. With a deep breath, she prepared herself for whatever was to come.

When she finally heard the bathroom door open, she turned around to see him standing there in nothing but a towel, his muscles glistening with water and her gaze unintentionally drifting southward. She felt a wave of heat rise to her cheeks as their eyes met once again, and she forced herself to look away, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the sight before her.

"You... uh..." she stammered, clearing her throat uncomfortably. "I guess I should get going now." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she stood up, slipping on her shoes without making eye contact with him. This wasn't how she had imagined it would go; but then again, none of this had turned out the way she thought it would.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, feeling a mixture of relief and confusion wash over her. "You... didn't?" she asked hesitantly, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Part of her wanted to believe him, but another part couldn't help but wonder if he was just saying that to keep her there.

"No," he continued in a gentle tone, still holding onto her arm. "I don't have anyone else. I want you back... I miss the way things used to be." His eyes met hers and for a moment she could almost imagine what their life might have been like if they had never broken up.

But then reality set in, and she remembered all of the hurt and pain that had led them here. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, feeling tears well up in her eyes again. "It's just... I don't know

"C-Ch...cher?" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she looked up at him, hope and uncertainty etched into her features. His touch, his words... they were drawing her back in, making it harder to resist the pull of their shared past. For a moment, she imagined what it would be like if they could go back to how things used to be; before the cheating and the lies ruined everything.

But then reality set in once more, and she remembered why they had ended up here in the first place. With a sigh, she pulled away from him gently. "I... I need some time," she said, her voice trembling. "Just let me think about everything."

Her eyes avoided meeting his as she turned to leave again, already feeling the weight of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders.

Her heart skipped a beat at his mention of her ex-boyfriend's name, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Oui," she whispered. "J'ai un rendez-vous avec lui ce soir." Her tone betrayed the lie; it was clear that she didn't want anything to do with Liam anymore. She just needed time and space away from Rayan in order to figure out what she truly wanted.

"Alors... au revoir pour aujourd'hui?" she asked, her voice sounding far more uncertain than she intended. The thought of leaving him like this, not knowing if they would ever be together again, was almost unbearable. But she knew she had to give herself some time before making any final decisions.

Ryanne nodded slowly and smiled sadly at her. "Oui," he replied softly, reaching out a hand to brush a stray strand of

With one last look back at him, she forced herself to turn and walk out the door. The weight of her decision felt like an anchor around her neck as she left his apartment and closed the door behind her. As she started down the hallway, tears streamed unchecked down her face, the pain of leaving him once more almost unbearable.

She knew she needed time, but already she could feel herself beginning to miss him. The memories they had shared together were so vivid and intense that it was hard for her to imagine ever finding someone else who would make her feel the same way he did. And yet... here she was, walking away from him all over again.

With a shaky breath, she wiped her tears and resolutely continued on her way, heading toward Liam's apartment with every intention of keeping their date and pretending like everything was normal between them. But even as she forced herself to

As she finally reached Liam's apartment, Yoko paused outside the door, taking a deep breath to compose herself before going inside. She had convinced herself that this was what she wanted; to move on and find someone else who could make her happy. But as she stood there, her heart ached with the memory of Ryanne's face and his gentle touch, leaving her feeling more conflicted than ever.

She knew deep down that Liam wasn't the answer, but she didn't know where else to turn or what else to do. With one last shaky breath, Yoko slowly knocked on the door, forcing a smile onto her lips as she waited for him to answer.

"Hi, I'm here to meet..." She trailed off as the door swung open, revealing not Liam but instead his roommate. "Oh! Hey Tom! I thought this was Li... uh, never mind." Her face flushed a bright red as she realized her mistake. "I um... must have the wrong apartment."

Shame filled her as she turned to leave, mumbling an embarrassed apology over her shoulder. She had hoped that being with someone else would help ease the pain of losing Ryanne, but all it had done was make things worse. As she hurried down the hallway and away from Liam's apartment, tears welled up in her eyes once more.

She knew she needed to confront both of them, sooner rather than later. But for now, she just wanted somewhere quiet to sort out her tangled emotions and figure out what it was she truly wanted.

Yoko turned pale as she saw Rayan running towards them, her heart racing with fear and desperation. "Rayan, no!" she cried out, trying to push herself away from Liam. But he was stronger than her and held her in place, laughing maliciously.

As Rayan reached them, his expression a dangerous mixture of rage and despair, Yoko wished she had never come here tonight. "Rayan, please... we can talk about this," she stammered, her voice shaking.

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Yoko couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over her as Rayan defeated Liam and turned to her. "I... I should have never come here," she stammered through tears, still trying to fight against the force holding her down. "It was stupid, and it just made everything worse."

Rayan looked at her with anguish in his eyes, saying nothing as he continued to hold her. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with hers as they lay there on the ground, their breathing growing slow and steady. For a moment, there was silence between them; awkward but not unbearable.

Her heart fluttered at his words, her body responding to the tenderness in his touch despite herself. As he kissed her gently, she found herself melting into him; wanting nothing more than for everything to go back to how it used to be between them. For just a moment, she could almost imagine that they were together again, and all of the pain and heartache had been wiped away.

But then reality reasserted itself, and she remembered why they had been apart in the first place. With a sigh, she pushed herself away from him slightly, her eyes searching his face for some sign of understanding or agreement. "I... I don't know," she whispered hoarsely. "It's just so hard..." Her words trailed off as she struggled to find the right ones.

Her heart ached at his words, but they brought her a small measure of relief nonetheless. "I... I'm sorry too," she managed to choke out between ragged breaths, her eyes welling up with tears once more. The pain and regret that had built up between them were overwhelming; it was hard for her to believe that they could ever find their way back to each other after everything that had happened. But even as she said the words, a tiny spark of hope began to flicker within her. Maybe... just maybe there was still a chance for them.

For now, though, all she could do was sit with him and try to work through it together; one messy, painful step at a time.

She looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers together nervously. "It's... complicated," she finally said, trying to find the words to explain it all. She thought of their past together and how much they had meant to each other; the love, the passion, the dreams that had been shattered by lies and betrayal. And then there was him: strong, kind, protective... everything she had ever wanted in a man. But it wasn't enough.

"I need time," she whispered, not meeting his eyes. "Time to figure things out for myself." Her voice cracked as she admitted this aloud; even to herself it sounded weak and uncertain. But there was truth in those words, truth that she couldn't ignore any longer.

She watched as he stood up to leave, her heart aching with the knowledge that he was walking away from her again. "Rayan..." she began softly, not quite sure what to say anymore. "Please... just give me a little more time." Her voice trembled, and tears threatened to spill over once more as she struggled to find the right words.

Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still an undeniable connection; a bond that refused to be broken so easily. But for now, all she could do was wait and hope that he would understand.

Dear Rayan,

I can't begin to tell you how much your letter hurt me. I never thought I would see the day when you'd give up on life so easily. You mean more to me than anyone else in this world, and it kills me knowing that I was unable to convince you otherwise. But I understand now why you felt like leaving; you were always trying to protect me from harm, even when it meant giving up a part of yourself.

I want you to know that no matter what happens next, you will always have a piece of my heart. And although it may seem pointless right now, I will never stop loving you or wishing for the chance to be with you again. So if one day you find the strength to carry on, please come back to me; I'll be waiting.

Forever yours, Yoko

"Oui, je l'ai reçue." Elle prit une grande inspiration, malgré la peur qu'elle avait à l'idée de ce qui allait arriver ensuite. "Rayan, tu es tout pour moi. Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi." Ses yeux étaient remplis de larmes, mais ils brillaient d'espoir et de détermination.

"Alors, tu veux revenir ? Tu veux essayer avec moi encore une fois ?" Elle attendait sa réponse en tremblant, son cœur battant frénétiquement contre sa poitrine.

Ce baiser était aussi doux qu'un souffle de vent, et ils restèrent embrassés pendant des minutes qui semblèrent éternelles. Quand ils se séparèrent enfin, les larmes coulaient sur leurs visages, mais le regard qu'ils échangèrent ne laissait aucun doute sur leur amour.

"Oui," dit Rayan d'une voix faible, "je veux essayer encore une fois." Ils se prennent à nouveau dans leurs bras et restent ainsi, sans rien dire, savourant ce moment parfait qui promettait peut-être la rédemption.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her body responding to the compliment despite herself. As he began to remove her clothes, she closed her eyes, feeling both shy and exhilarated by the intimacy of the moment. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than their connection.

With a soft moan, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as they gave in to desire once more. Despite all they had been through, the passion between them seemed only to intensify; a testament to the strength of their love and their resilience in the face of adversity.