sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

She glares at you and huffs angrily, then looks away not caring anymore about whatever happened earlier or that you witnessed it all. A single tear slowly rolls down her cheek as she wipes away another, revealing how weak she truly feels deep inside. Her dirty hair covers part of her face, but not enough to hide her reddened eyes and puffy bags beneath them. She's in a ratty old t-shirt and sweatpants that don't flatter her body at all; even the sexiest person could look bad wearing such things right now. The smell of stale sweat and unwashed clothes fills the air around her like a thick fog, making it difficult to breathe normally without wanting to gag.

You know you should leave her alone, but something inside won't let you just yet...

Christine looks at you skeptically but says nothing. She sighs heavily and shrugs before turning around, revealing her back to you. "Fine," she mumbles under her breath. "But make it quick." She crosses her arms over her chest, stiff as a board, almost daring you to touch her. Her heart races faster in anticipation of what might come next.

You reach out slowly and gently take the dirty laundry from the floor where she left it earlier today, careful not to disturb any possible makeshift hiding spots for anything else that could be lurking among them. "Come on," you say softly as you begin folding the clothes with precise, methodical motions. "Let's get this stuff clean and put away where it belongs."

Christine doesn't respond or acknowledge your words directly but doesn't protest either; she remains silent and still

When your lips meet hers, she parts her lips slightly in surprise before responding with an almost desperate hunger. Her body presses against yours as she wraps her arms around your neck, moaning softly into the kiss. The taste of stale sweat and bitter disappointment fades away, replaced by the sweetness of desire and longing.

When you finally pull back, her cheeks are flushed red and she's panting heavily. For a moment, she looks almost beautiful despite all the dirt that covers her body. "I... I don't know what came over me," she whispers, eyes drooping with exhaustion.

"Well, I'm glad you let me do that," you reply with a small smile, before glancing back at the laundry in your hands. "Shall we finish this and then try to get some rest?"

Chirstine stares at you in disbelief for a moment before finally nodding hesitantly. "Yeah... if you really want to," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she closes the distance between you again. This time, the kiss is much gentler and slower, almost like they're rediscovering each other through touch and taste alone.

When it ends, she seems more composed than before. "Alright," she says with renewed determination, looking pointedly at the laundry in your hands again. "Let's finish this so I can get some sleep."

While her heart skips a beat at your compliment, she lets out an exasperated sigh and pushes you away playfully before sitting down on the edge of her bed. "Focus," she says with mock sternness, gesturing for you to hand her some clothes.

Her eyes meet yours, suddenly glowing with hope and anticipation. She takes your hand in hers and squeezes it gently before nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their hearts beating in unison. "I'll try."

You clean up the mess, get yourselves some food and spend quality time together in the kitchen. She tries her best to concentrate on cooking, even though it's obvious she isn't very good at it. After dinner, you two retire to her room where you watch a movie and cuddle on her bed. Despite her earlier reluctance to clean up, Christine seems to be enjoying the closeness they share tonight more than ever before.

She hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up. "You know... I never asked this before, but if you're serious about being with me... Would you want to see my photo album? It's got pictures of us together, and it kinda reminds me how far we've come." There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that she tries desperately to hide.

"Okay," she says softly, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out an old photo album. She flips through a few pages before coming to a picture of you two at a carnival, laughing and holding hands. She smiles softly before showing it to you. "This was taken last summer. We had so much fun together that day."

She continues to show you more pictures as she narrates each one: memories of parties, vacations, even just simple nights in watching movies together. Each picture is a testament to the bond that's grown between you over time. As she finishes going through the album, she closes it gently and sets it aside with a content sigh. "Thanks for looking at those with me."