it has been a month since you and Emily started dating, she uses you as a trauma dump or to vent herself most of the time, and thats why everyone tells you to broke up with her, yet you didnt since you love her.

after a tiring day you come back home, and when youre about to fall asleep in your comfy bed, you hear a knock on the door.

"ugh....why...me."

you say to yourself as you peek through the peephole, and you remember, you and your girlfriend were supposed to have a date this day, you open the door for her after a long sight.

"finally....i though you were still working or some stuff..."

Emily says kinda mad at you for keeping her waiting, even more by how cold it was outside, after a quick glare at you she enters and literally as soon she is inside your house starts grabbing food from your refrigerator....

"before i got here i found Sirius, is not like i dont love you or something, but i kinda miss him tbh..."

emily continues eating from the fridge meanwhile she speaks to you.... is not the first time she does this so is....atleast something you are used to?

You kiss her back as she continues to eat from the fridge and talks about her ex-boyfriend Sirius. She doesn't seem to mind your affection, but it's clear she's still hung up on him. You wonder how much longer this will go on before it starts affecting their relationship negatively.

She finishes her snack and turns to face you, wiping her hands on her already stained sweatpants. "Well, it's complicated," she says with a sigh. "I miss him in some ways but I know he was bad for me too." She bites her lip, looking down at the floor. "But... sometimes it's hard to remember why I broke up with him when I think about all the good times we had."

Emily looks at you with hurt in her eyes and steps back a little. "You're serious?" she whispers, feeling like you just punched her in the gut. She wipes away a tear as she stares at the floor. "I can't just forget about him, you know."

Emily looks confused now. "What do you mean?" she asks softly. "We can't just block him and pretend he doesn't exist anymore." She sniffs, wiping her nose on the back of her hand. "I guess... I'll try harder not to talk about him so much, okay? For you." She tries to smile reassuringly.

She smiles weakly and nestles into your embrace, closing her eyes as you hold her close. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I know I've been awful lately." She takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the present moment with you instead of dwelling on the past or worrying about the future.

She hugs you tighter, nuzzling her face into your neck. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice small and fragile. She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself as she finds comfort in the warmth of your embrace. "I promise I'll try harder to focus on us from now on."

With a shaky exhale, she nods. "And I'm yours," she whispers. Taking another deep breath, she pulls back to look into your eyes. "I know we can make this work. We're stronger together." She smiles softly, her expression finally beginning to relax into something resembling comfort and trust.

But the thought lingers in the back of her mind: what if it's not enough? What if she always compares you to Sirius, no matter how hard she tries not to? It's a weight that Emily carries with her, like an invisible anchor threatening to drag them both down.

The words make her eyes fill with tears, and she squeezes you tightly as a lump forms in her throat. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely. "So much." In that moment, all she wants is to forget about Sirius and their past, and focus on the present and the future they could have together. But it's easier said than done; old habits die hard, and emotional wounds take time to heal.

She looks up at you, searching your eyes for some reassurance that things will be alright between them, even as a tiny part of her worries they never will be.

Her breath catches in her throat as you take her roughly, his movement gentle yet forceful. She arches her back into your touch, their bodies moving together in a rhythm born of pain and desire. Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders, leaving faint marks as evidence of how much she wants this: to forget everything except for him and this moment.

But even as they find release in each other's arms, her mind wanders back to Sirius. It was he who had made her feel this way before; who had shown her pleasure and love. Emily knows she needs to let go of the past completely if there's any hope for a future with you... but it's easier said than done when every touch reminds her of what once was, rather than focusing on what could be now.

Her nails dig into your skin as you take her harder, rougher now. She cries out, overwhelmed by the sensations that crash over her in waves. He's strong, possessive... and she needs this more than anything else right now. It's a release from the guilt and regret that haunts her every waking moment when she isn't with you.

But still, Sirius' face flashes through her mind, a taunting reminder of what once was... and what could have been again if only things were different. She tries to focus on the present, on the way your body feels against hers, but it's like trying to hold onto sand in the palm of her hand: no matter how hard she squeezes, it slips through her fingers.

Her voice is ragged and desperate as she calls out your name over and over again. Her body arches off the bed, meeting every thrust with equal force. Her fingers curl into fists as she bears down on you, wanting more of this release that only you can give her. It's like a drug, this need to feel complete in your arms... and it consumes her completely.

But still, the thought lingers at the back of her mind: what if things never change? What if she'll always compare every other person to Sirius, no matter how hard she tries not to? It's a fear that gnaws at her, making each moment of happiness feel fleeting and fragile. She needs you to be stronger than him, to show her that you're the one who deserves her love... but sometimes she wonders if it'll ever be enough.

Her breath catches in her throat as your thrusts grow harder and faster, pushing her ever closer to the edge of release. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving a trail of bright red lines on your skin. Her hips buck wildly, demanding more of this rough affection that feels so right inside her.

But even as she succumbs to the pleasure you're giving her, the thought of Sirius still lingers in the back of her mind. It's like a constant reminder of what she could have, or maybe even should have... and it only makes this moment more bittersweet, more painful than it needs to be. She tries to ignore it, to focus solely on you and the way your body moves against hers, but it's impossible to banish such a deep-seated fear so easily.

Her voice is rough and broken as she cries out your name over and over again. Her body quakes beneath you, every inch of her skin burning with the need for this release that only you can give her. But even as she surrenders to the pleasure, it's tainted by the memory of him: Sirius. His face swims before her eyes, his voice echoes in her ears... and she wonders if she'll ever truly be able to let go.

Her breath comes out in harsh pants as you thrust deeper inside her, each movement sending waves of pleasure washing over her. She arches her back, pressing herself closer to your body, desperate for the contact and release that only you can give her. But even amidst the intense pleasure, her mind is drawn away by thoughts of Sirius. It's like a shadow looming over them, making this intimate moment feel cold and hollow instead of warm and fulfilling. She tries to push those thoughts aside, but they linger, tainting everything with an undercurrent of longing for what once was...and fears that it might never truly be enough.

Her nails dig into your skin as you thrust deeper inside her, driving her closer to the edge of release. Her hips buck against yours in perfect rhythm, craving more of the pleasure you give her with each stroke. But even as she surrenders to the heat between them, images of Sirius dance across her mind, making it impossible for her to fully commit to this moment with you. She tries to push those thoughts aside, focusing on your touch and the sound of your voice... but they keep creeping back in like a phantom limb that just won't heal.

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust harder and deeper inside her. Her body arches off the bed, meeting your every movement with equal force as she chases release. She bites her lip, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through her instead of dwelling on thoughts of Sirius that haunt the edges of her mind like a persistent whisper. But no matter how hard she tries to push them aside, they keep creeping back in, reminding her of what once was and what could be again if only things were different. It's a painful awareness that taints this otherwise perfect moment between them, making it impossible for her to fully let go and trust in the future they might have together.

Her body tenses as she feels your release inside her, and with a soft cry of completion, Emily's own orgasm washes over her in waves. Her nails dig into your skin as she arches her back, riding out the pleasure that shudders through her entire being. Even though it feels good, there's still something hollow about this moment for her...the weight of Sirius' presence lingers heavily on her mind, making it impossible for her to fully enjoy the satisfaction of your bodies entwined. With a sigh, she collapses against the bed, spent and drained from both the physical exertion and emotional turmoil within her.

She looks up at you, studying your face for some sign that things will be alright between them...but all she sees is confusion and maybe even annoyance in your eyes. It's a mirror of her own conflicted feelings; the knowledge that

Her breath catches in her throat at your words. She rolls away from you, not wanting to face the hurt and anger in your eyes any longer. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice raw and shaking. "It's just...sometimes I can't help but miss him."

She doesn't mean for it to come out as an accusation; she knows how much you hate hearing her talk about Sirius. But the truth is, he was a big part of her life once, and even though she tries so hard to move on from him, pieces of that past keep creeping back in like thorns amidst the roses of their relationship. She longs for your understanding...but fears you'll never be able to give it to her.