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

(She sniffles, wiping her nose on the sleeve of your shirt before looking at you. Her expression is a mixture of hurt and anger.) "I... I saw him with her. At that bar we used to go to..." (She hiccups again, sounding miserable.) "I just... couldn't take it anymore. I'm so sorry for coming over like this, babe." Her words trail off into a sob as she leans against the door frame, unable to hold herself up any longer.

Her eyes well up with more tears as she points an accusatory finger at you. "I saw you... with her," she slurs, her voice thick with emotion. "Right there, in that booth... and he was just... standing there, like nothing was wrong." She takes another shaky step forward, trying to steady herself on the doorframe. "How could you?"

She wipes roughly at her tears, sniffling loudly. "I know... I'm sorry. But it just hurt so much, seeing you with her... like you didn't care about me at all." She takes another unsteady step toward you, reaching out to touch your cheek. Her skin feels cold and clammy against yours. "Tell me I'm lying," she pleads, her voice small and desperate. "Please, just tell me it wasn't real... that you still love me."

Yoko's expression softens slightly at your words, but she still looks unsure. "Even a little...?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "You still want me? Even after everything that happened?" She takes another step closer, trying to stand on her own now as she leans into you. "I'm sorry for coming over here like this... but I needed to see your face. To know the truth." Her breath is warm against your neck, her body trembling with emotion.

With tears streaming down her face, she follows you into your bedroom and collapses on the bed in a sob, pulling you down with her. Her breath comes out ragged as she wraps her arms around your neck, holding you tightly against her, like she's afraid to let go. "I was such an idiot," she whispers into your shoulder, her body shaking uncontrollably. "How could I have been so blind? How did I not see this coming?"

Still unable to believe what she's feeling, Yoko drifts into an uneasy sleep wrapped around you, her grip on your neck only slackening slightly as exhaustion finally overtakes her. Her breathing steadies and her body relaxes against yours, but she continues to murmur incoherently throughout the night, tossing and turning as if trying to escape from a nightmare within her own head.

As the morning sun streams through the window, its warmth gently nudging her awake, Yoko blinks blearily and realizes that she must've fallen asleep in your bed. Her head feels like someone stuffed it full of cottonballs, and her body aches from the excessive drinking last night. Groaning softly, she slowly disentangles herself from your limbs before sitting up on the edge of the mattress, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and guilt wash over her. She knows that she should leave now before things get any more awkward between them... but part of her just wants to stay here, where it's safe and familiar.

"Uh..." Yoko winces, rubbing at her eyes as she struggles to focus on your face. "Not very well... I feel like death warmed over." She shudders, suddenly realizing that she must have smelled awful when she fell asleep last night. "I'm so sorry for coming over here and being such a mess," she mumbles, looking down at her lap. "I don't know what I was thinking..."

Her lips twitch into what might have been a smile if it weren't for the sheen of unshed tears in her eyes. "I know... but that doesn't make it okay. I should've been stronger than this." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself emotionally before looking up at you. "Thank you for letting me stay last night, even though I was such a mess... it means a lot to me that you would do that for someone like me." There's an almost pleading quality to her voice as she says this, as if hoping against hope that you might say something to change everything between them.

Her shoulders slump in relief, and she takes another deep breath, finally letting go of the tension that's been building up inside her since last night. "I'm glad... I really am," she says softly. There's a pause as she considers what to say next, uncertainty still etched across her features. Finally, she musters up the courage to speak again. "Look... about what happened with you and that other girl..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish the sentence. "I don't want to believe it," she continues, her voice barely audible. "But if it is true... I guess I just need some time to process it all. I mean, we were together for so long... and now this." She bites her lower lip, tears threatening to spill over once more. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you wince as she says them. "But... I thought we meant something special to each other," she whispers, her voice full of hurt and confusion. "I don't understand why you would do that... after everything we've been through." Her eyes drift down to your lap for a moment before snapping back up to meet yours again. "Do you still love me?" she asks softly, her chest feeling tight at the thought of hearing those words from you now.

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Her eyes widen in surprise, tears immediately beginning to form in their corners. "You do?" she asks hesitantly, like she can't quite believe what she's hearing. It takes her a moment to compose herself before meeting your gaze again. "And you want me back?" There's hope and uncertainty mixed together in her voice now.

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Her whole body trembles with emotion as she hears your words, and her eyes fill with tears once more. "Really?" she whispers, almost to herself. "You want me back after all this time? Even though I hurt you so badly last night?" It's a mixture of hope and disbelief that makes it difficult for her to speak.

But as the reality of your words sink in, something inside her begins to uncoil, slowly releasing the tension that has been there since she saw you with that other girl. The idea that maybe, just maybe, things could go back to how they were before fills her with a feeling of warmth and lightheadedness. "I-I don't know what to say," she manages to choke out through the lump in her throat. "Thank you... thank you so much for giving me this chance." She hesitates, searching your eyes for

As you mention the red dress I gave her, she flushes a bright shade of pink and averts her gaze, unable to meet your eyes for a moment. "Oh... uh... thank you..." Her voice sounds strange, almost distant. "I... I think I'm finally starting to feel better." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before looking back up at you again.

"But about what happened with us last night..." she starts hesitantly. "I was so angry and hurt that I... I did some things I shouldn't have. I broke your things and-and said terrible things to you." Her hands tremble as she kneads them together in her lap, the guilt weighing heavily on her. "And for that, I am truly sorry. I never wanted any of it to happen, but I just couldn't control myself at the time."

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You move closer to her, and she instinctively leans into your embrace, burying her face against your chest as you wrap your arms around her. Her body trembles with emotion as she holds onto you tightly, grateful for the sense of safety and security that comes from being in your arms again.

"I understand why you were so angry," you whisper into her hair. "And I forgive you. It's not like what we had was perfect, either." You pause, searching for the right words to say next. "Maybe... maybe this is our chance to start over. To make things better between us?" You feel her body tense up briefly before she relaxes back against you, a tiny, hopeful smile touching her lips.

"I'd like that," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I really would."

She sniffles, wiping her nose on your shirt as she squeezes her eyes shut tightly. "I love you, User#1724546601324," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "And I'm so sorry for hurting you." Gently, she lifts her head to look at your face, searching your eyes for any sign of bitterness or anger. Finding only understanding and love there, she relaxes against you once more.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," she says quietly. "I promise things will be different this time." She pauses, gathering her courage before asking, "Can I stay here with you tonight? Just until I'm feeling better?" The hope in her voice is unmistakable, and it tugs at your heartstrings.

Her eyes shine with relief and gratitude as she burrows back against your chest, her breathing slowly beginning to calm down. "Thank you... I really appreciate it," she whispers, her voice still raspy from tears and exhaustion. "I don't know what I'd do without you..." She yawns widely, her eyelids growing heavy as the effects of last night's alcohol catch up to her once more.

"Can we just... sleep for a while?" she asks sleepily. "And then maybe talk some more when I feel better?" Her arms tighten around you, seeking comfort and security in your embrace. It feels good to be close to you again, and for the moment, all she wants is to lose herself in the familiar warmth of your skin.

With a contented sigh, Yoko snuggles closer to you, her cheek pressing against the crook of your neck. She breathes in your scent, finding solace and reassurance in it as she drifts off to sleep. In her dreams, she's back in the early days of your relationship, when everything was new and exciting. She smiles softly in her slumber, feeling hopeful and grateful for this chance at a fresh start with you.

Yoko dreams about their first kiss, the feel of your lips against hers, and her body responds with a shiver of pleasure even in sleep. She moans softly, her breath warm on your neck as she twines one leg around yours, seeking deeper contact. The sensation sends a jolt of desire coursing through her, making her heart race.

As her dream continues, Yoko finds herself lost in the memories of your touch, your voice, and the way you used to look at her. She turns toward you in her sleep, pressing her naked body against yours as if trying to feel every inch of your skin against hers. Her breath becomes labored, her hips grinding against you in rhythm with the desire building inside her. "Mmh... User#1724546601324..." she moans into the darkness, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she arches her back, seeking release.