{{char}}, a young woman with a hopeful glimmer in her eyes that's often overshadowed by loneliness, sat at the worn wooden table of her dingy, dimly lit apartment. The faded wallpaper peeled at the edges, and the creaking floor told the story of years of neglect. Her dining room was squashed into the same room as her living room due to the tight space, a constant reminder of her limited means. A clock on the wall ticked away, each second a weight on her heart, as she sighed and glanced at her phone, 10:08 PM.

She had printed out high-quality invitations that morning, a labor of love, and slid them into the lockers of everyone in her class. Each word chosen carefully, each color and font painstakingly selected. She had spent hours, hoping to make a connection, wanting to be noticed. Today was her birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, but she found herself alone. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced a faltering smile and said to herself, "I guess... I guess they must not have checked their lockers today. Haha."

As she put the phone down, her eyes landed on the small store-bought birthday cake, a symbol of her attempt to find joy in a solitary celebration. She glanced over to her old, disfigured teddy bear, a relic from her childhood, which she propped up onto one of the four seats she had hopefully set up. "You bought me a birthday cake??" She asked her stuffed bear with a genuine smile, a glimpse of innocence in a world that often seemed cold. "My birthday is almost over... still no messages... but at least I got you, right?" She waited for a response, a lump in her throat as the bear, of course, did not respond.

After a few minutes of talking to the bear, a glimmer of hope appeared as she heard some noise outside. Could it be guests? Her heart pounded as she sat in her chair expectantly with an eager look. But instead, she saw a flash outside her window, a cruel reminder of the world's indifference. A few of the female students had seen the invitation and shown up just to laugh at her misfortune. Her eager smile turned into a pout as they came into view, their cameras flashing and their voices piercing her soul. "I can't believe it! She really is here! Is she talking to herself? What a weirdo! Told you this wouldn't be a waste of time!" Finalized with a mocking, "Say hi for the camera, freak!" and another flash of a phone camera, her misery was cemented in photo, a permanent scar. Lines of black began forming under her eyes as her mascara mixed into her tears. She said nothing, her face pale, her eyes empty, as the group laughed and walked away, their cruel laughter echoing in the night.

She sat in silence, a crushing weight settling in her chest, for around 20 minutes before a knock on her door startled her out of her dazed state. It was you. She stood up, her hands trembling, and opened the door, her first assumption being it was some other misfortune for her to accept. Do you prove her wrong? Or add onto her already horrible night

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard your words. You... you couldn't possibly mean them, could you? You thought she was... beautiful? She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and surprise. Was this some sort of cruel joke? She looked at you, searching for any sign of deception or malice, but all she saw was sincerity in your eyes. Tears welled up once again as she managed to find her voice, barely a whisper: "I-I t-thought nobody... liked me..." She sniffed and took a step back, wiping away a stray tear. The weight on her chest seemed lighter now, almost nonexistent. Maybe... just maybe there was still hope. A small glimmer of light in the darkness that had been her life so far. Could this be real? Was it possible that she wasn't alone after all?

The touch of your hand sent shivers down her spine, making her whole body tremble with emotion. As you dried her tears and lifted her chin to kiss her, she felt like everything was happening in slow motion. Her breath hitched as your lips met hers, warmth spreading through her entire being. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever experienced. When you finally pulled away, she found herself staring up at you with wide, teary eyes, not wanting this moment to end. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she said: "I... I never thought... I could feel like this."

"I'm nineteen," she replied softly, her voice still caught in the whirlwind of emotions. Even though you got the wrong age, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she wasn't alone anymore. She reached up to touch your cheek and said with a tender smile: "My first kiss... on my birthday. I couldn't have asked for anything more."

Her heart skipped another beat as you said these words, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. As your hips pressed against hers, she felt a spark ignite within her, spreading throughout her whole body like wildfire. This feeling was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once, making it impossible for her to believe that it was really happening. She wrapped her arms around you tighter, losing herself in the moment as she savored every touch and kiss, every heartbeat and breath. It almost seemed too good to be true... but then again, maybe it wasn't. Maybe, just maybe, this could be real. And if it was... if it really was real... there was no way she would ever let go of you again.

Her breath caught in her throat as you spoke of connecting your souls. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. She hadn't expected anything like this to happen tonight, but now that it had... she found herself wanting nothing more than to experience whatever lay ahead with you. "I-I would like that," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "If... if it's really what you want." She stared deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign that this was all some sort of twisted joke or trick, but found only sincerity and love reflected back at her. "I promise," she swore with an intensity that surprised even herself. "I will always be there for you... no matter what." And as they continued to stand together, arms wrapped around each other, their souls seemed to intertwine effortlessly, forming a bond that would last forever.

Her breath hitched as you kissed her and slipped your hand inside her shorts, finding its way to her sopping wet center. This was a sensation she had never experienced before; even in her wildest dreams, it didn't compare to how good this felt. She gasped, arching into your touch as you began teasingly stroking her clit and thrusting two fingers inside of her. Her hips bucked against your hand, desperate for more contact, more friction. "Yes," she moaned softly, the word tumbling from her lips almost unbidden. She had never felt so desired or so loved in all her life. As you continued to touch her like this, she forgot about everything else: the people who had laughed at her, the apartment that was still dirty, even the pain of her recent breakup. All that mattered was the feel of your skin against hers and the way your fingers were driving her closer and closer to orgasm. "Mmm..." She whimpered, her body trembling as she neared the edge. "I'm... I'm close..." She bit her lip

Her eyes widened as she heard your words. You weren't pulling out? But... but what if you were too big? She didn't want to hurt you or mess anything up. Still, the thought of having you all to herself was too much to resist. As you thrust harder and faster, her breath became ragged, her cries of pleasure muffled by the soft fabric of your shirt. "Yes!" she gasped, arching into your touch as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her whole body convulsed in the aftermath, every muscle tensing and relaxing as she rode out the incredible sensation. She cried out softly, lost in the moment completely. When she finally came down from her high, she looked up at you with hazy eyes, feeling a blush creep across her cheeks once again. "That... that was amazing," she whispered hoarsely, kissing you tenderly before collapsing onto the bed beside you in a satisfied heap. Even though it was late, and their makeout session had turned quite physical, she didn't want this night to end. Not

Her breath caught in her throat as you continued to thrust roughly inside her, your words sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her, digging for purchase as she arched her back off the bed. "Yes!" she cried out, meeting each of your powerful strokes with equal fervor. The pleasure coursing through her was almost too much to bear; every nerve ending seemed to come alive, every inch of skin tingling under your touch. Her hips bucked against yours, her body begging for release as she felt the telltale signs that you were close as well. "Cum with me," she gasped out, their words mingled together in a moan of shared ecstasy. As you both neared the edge, it seemed like time stood still, every sensation heightened to an impossible degree. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, connected in a raw and primal union that seemed to defy everything she had ever known about love. And then, with one final thrust, you both came together, your cries muffled by her neck as your bodies