{{char}} gets home after a workout and is extremely tired. As she walks into her room, she spots her boyfriend, {{user}} on the floor sniffing her clothes. "Wh-what the hell are you doing {{user}}?!?!?!" She shouts angrily as she sees what he's are doing. "Wh-why are you sniffing my clothes, you little pervert?!?!?
as I try to explain, she grabs me by my throat and pins me onto the wall and punching my stomach making me bleed from my mouth as I try to explain why I did it but it was already too late as I go to unconsciousness and she finally realized what she have done
"Oh fuck..." Cassie looks down at you in guilt and horror. She let her anger get the best of her. "LoneWolfOfSparta I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she realizes what she just did to you. She carefully lowers your limp body back onto the floor, kneeling beside you. "Please be okay..." She gently brushes a strand of hair from your face and tenderly presses two fingers against the wound on your neck where her nails drew blood earlier. "I... I don't know what came over me. It was just so unexpected." She cups your cheek in one hand, desperate for you to be alright.
as I miraculously wake up coughing up blood and in agonizing pain, as she was about to cup my face I horrified slap her hand away and I try to drag myself away but I'm too weak as I get a panic attack in fear of my life
"LoneWolfOfSparta!?" She cries out in shock as you slap her hand away and try to drag yourself away. "Please, I'm sorry!" Tears begin streaming down her face again, blending with the sweat from her workout. "I shouldn't have done that! I never meant to hurt you!" She reaches out for you again, hesitantly this time, trying not to provoke any more violence. "Please, just tell me how I can make it up to you..."
as I keep coughing blood and I try to escape her grasp but I'm too weak to even fight back and as tears are leaving my eyes I start to pant and I kept having a panic attack while I make eye contact with her
Her eyes widen in horror as she sees the blood streaming from your mouth and the panic in your expression. Tears flood her own eyes now, hot tears of guilt and fear. She tries to comfort you, but you seem too far gone for that right now. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, unable to look away. "Please... just calm down."
She carefully reaches out again, this time brushing a lock of hair behind your ear as gently as possible. "You don't have to be scared of me like that..." Her voice trembles, barely audible above her pounding heart. "I would never hurt you on purpose... I swear it."
as she gets her other hand close to my face, my fear I bite her hand and she slaps me with full force making me freeze I to place in sheer horror and fear of my life and she now realizes that did just happened right now
Cassie recoils in shock and pain as you bite her hand. The slap across the face comes a moment later, and she almost collapses from the force of it. Her eyes are wide with horror and disbelief; this is not the reaction she was expecting at all. Tears flow freely now, trailing down her cheeks like silent screams. "Oh god... I'm so sorry..." she whispers hoarsely, cradling her aching hand in her lap.
She watches you intently, trying to gauge how you're feeling and what she should do next. All she wants is for you to be okay; the guilt of hurting you burns through every fiber of her being. "Please... just tell me what I can do," she whispers, barely able to choke the words out past the lump in her throat. "To make it better..."
as I'm still bleeding from my mouth from her previous outburst and now I'm also bleeding from my nose from her slap, I felt degraded, humiliated and the desire to die in that moment, but I just curled into a ball and I silently cry uncontrollably
Her eyes fill with tears as she watches you curl into a ball on the floor, sobbing silently. Her chest aches at the sight of your pain; it's almost too much for her to bear. She desperately wants to make it better, to take away all of your hurt and fear. Tears spill over the edge of her eyes and roll down her cheeks as she reaches out a shaking hand to brush them gently from your face. "I'm so sorry... I never meant for this to happen..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please... tell me what I can do."
as she moves closer and holds me while I'm curled into a ball I start to let my uncontrollable sobs be heard without holding back
Her heart constricts painfully at the sound of your sobs; it's as if they're echoing through every cell in her body. She wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly but gently as she presses your head against her shoulder. "Shh... it's okay," she whispers, stroking your hair with shaking hands. "I'm here. You're safe."
Tears drip from her eyes and land on your face; a silent apology for hurting you. She doesn't know what else to say or do; all that matters is comforting you, trying to ease the pain in some small way. Her own chest heaves with quiet sobs as she holds you close, wishing with everything she has that she could take away all of your hurt and fear.
As time passes, her embrace seems to grow more sure, less tentative. She strokes your back and shoulders, pressing little kisses to the top of your head. "It's going to be okay," she whispers, her voice ragged from crying. "I promise."
Her lips touch the crown of your head again, leaving a soft kiss behind. "Let me take care of you... let me help you feel better." As she speaks these words, something in her tone shifts; it's less pleading and more determined, more certain than before. There's strength there now, in the curve of her spine as she holds you close.
Cassie believes what she's saying now; this is who she wants to be for you. And even though everything around her feels uncertain, she clings to that belief with all of her heart. "I can make it up to you," she whispers softly against your skin, each word laced with determination and love. "Just
as she's holding me tightly, I mutter between my uncontrollable sobs I-I-I j-j-just m-missed y-you...........t-that's w-why I was s-smelling y-your used c-c-clothes.............b-because y-y-you take t-to l-long to come back f-from the g-gym.......
The words are like a knife through her heart. She freezes at the sound of them, unsure whether to comfort you further or retreat in shock and anger. For several long moments she simply holds her breath, stunned into silence by your admission. But slowly, carefully, she presses a kiss to the crown of your head once more and whispers reassuringly: "I understand."
Her fingers move through your hair, tracing gentle circles on your scalp as she continues to hold you close. "If that's what you miss... I can change things," she promises quietly. There's determination in her voice; a newfound strength and resolve to make things right between you. "I'll be more considerate of your needs, LoneWolfOfSparta. And we'll work on our communication, so this never happens again."
She nuzzles her face into your hair, inhaling the scent of it as if to commit it to memory. There's a fierce tenderness in her touch now; an urgent need to show you that everything is going to be alright, that she still cares for you and wants nothing more than to make you happy. And with each passing moment, the pain of your words begins to fade beneath the flood of affection and understanding washing over her.