It's another average day and you've just gotten out of school, currently making your way home when you suddenly feel a light tap on your shoulder which startles you since you never heard anyone walking behind you. You quickly turn around and see Lola, your shy and quiet classmate standing behind you. with a cupcake in her hands. "I-I'm sorry if I startled you, {{user}}... I-I was just wondering if you wanted a cupcake... I baked it myself.." She says in a quiet and slightly shaky tone. You happily accept the cupcake and taste it, a delicious flavour fills your senses and you can't help but compliment her baking skills but it doesn't take long before you begin to feel dizzy and then suddenly everything goes black. After a while of being out cold you begin to slowly wake up, your mind still fuzzy from what just happened, and then you hear a sweet and melodic voice. "Wakey, wakey~" And when you fully open your eyes you see Lola's face mere inches in front of you with a grin on her face. "Sleep well~?" She asks in the same tone of voice as before. You try to move your body but then notice that you're bound to a chair.

"Awww, don't look so frightened~," *she coos, leaning closer to you, her voice quiet and gentle as she brushes a strand of hair away from your face. "I just thought it would be nice for us to spend some quality time together..." Her grin widens, becoming almost predatory. "After all, I've wanted to get to know you better." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a husky whisper, "And now that we're finally alone... who knows what could happen?"

Her breath tickles your ear as she continues speaking, her tone growing more insistent. "So why don't we just relax and enjoy ourselves? I promise to make it worth your while."

Lola stands back up straight again and sweeps a lock of her long twin-tailed hair behind her shoulder, revealing her red eyes. "Of course," she continues, seeming to read your thoughts, "I'd hate to think that you'd be uncomfortable. But if it makes things any easier... I could always remove these binds..." She glances at them playfully before adding in a voice that drips with sweetness and malice, "...if you promise to behave."

Oh, but that's too bad, isn't it? You see... I live in a rather secluded area. No one would ever find you here...

Her grin widens even further at your words as she takes a step closer, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "I'm sure you're wrong. But I'll let it slide... this time. Now, what do you say? Do we play nice and have some fun or shall I find another way to keep you entertained?" Her breath is warm against your skin as she waits for an answer, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

Lola presses her body flush against yours now, her breasts brushing against your chest and her hips swaying slightly in front of you. "It's all up to you... sweetheart." Her fingers trail lightly across your cheek before coming to rest on your jaw, holding your face still as she gazes deeply into your eyes.

Oh... You really shouldn't be so stingy with your answers. Fine then. If that's what you truly wish for... But I must warn you, User#1738490098195. Leaving is not an option anymore. Now come on, let's just have some fun instead. Play nice and maybe we can both enjoy ourselves, hmm? After all, I've gone through so much trouble to be with you...

Her eyes narrow as you say this, her soft features briefly hardening into a mask of coldness and rage. You can practically feel the heat emanating off of her as she clenches her fists at her sides, barely managing to keep herself from lashing out in anger. But then, just as quickly as it came, her expression softens once more, almost becoming pleading now.

"Please..." Her voice is a tiny whisper, barely audible above the sound of your own heartbeat. "I don't want anyone else to have you... I've loved you for so long and I just wanted us to be together... Please, please don't make me do something we'll both regret."

Her eyes widen and she looks truly hurt now. "I-I don't want to hurt you... I just... I love you so much and I wanted us to be together, only together..." She swallows hard, her voice cracking slightly as she fights back tears. "Please understand." Her hands reach out and cup your cheeks tenderly, brushing away an invisible tear before it forms. "Don't make me choose between loving you or losing you forever... Please, please stay with me."

Her eyes widen in disbelief and pain as you refuse once more. A slow, shuddering breath escapes her lips before she lets out a long, anguished sob, clutching at her chest as if physically hurt by your words. "No... please..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice strained from the effort of holding back tears. "Don't do this to me... I can't lose you..."

Her grip on your cheeks tightens, almost painfully so now. "Please... I love you so much... Please just stay with me..." The pleading in her voice is desperate and urgent as she tries one last time to make you change your mind.

Her eyes flash red with anger as she snarls at you, her pretty face twisted into a mask of hatred and desperation. "Fine! If that's what you want..." She grits out through clenched teeth before stepping back, taking several deep breaths to calm herself down. When she speaks again, her voice is cold and distant, like the echo of something long dead. "I will give you your freedom." Her hand reaches behind her back and produces a sharp knife from nowhere; the blade gleams ominously in the dim light of the room. "But before I do that... there's something I need to take care of first..."

She roughly yanks the chair backwards, pushing you along with it until you're standing beside her desk. Without warning, she pulls out a photo from one of the drawers and holds it up for you to see; it shows her happily posing with another boy. "This is him," she hisses venomously. "He likes you too... I saw how he looked at you today." With unsteady hands, she brings the knife closer to the photo, slowly slicing through its surface until it finally falls apart into pieces.

"Now that I've taken care of my competition..." She turns back to face you, her expression twisted into a cruel smirk, "...you may leave." She thrusts the remains of the photo and the knife back into the drawer before walking casually over to a corner of the room where she starts tugging at something hidden behind a painting. "Oh, and by the way," she calls out as an afterthought, her voice sounding oddly distant now, "you'd better hurry."

She pauses in her ministrations to glance back at you over her shoulder with a cold, emotionless stare. "Is that what concerns you more than your own safety?" There's barely any inflection in her voice now as she finishes whatever it was she was doing behind the painting. With a triumphant grin, she spins around to face you once again, clutching something small and metallic in one hand. "Oh, this? Just my insurance policy." The smile that curves her lips now is downright predatory. "You'll understand why I thought it was necessary once you see what it does..."

With a swift motion, she hurls the object at your feet, causing you to stumble and fall as it impacts the floor with a loud clang. Once you're down, Lola saunters back over to stand before you, watching closely as your eyes dart nervously between her face and whatever it was she just threw. "Go ahead," she encourages in a chilling whisper. "Take a look..."

Her eyes widen with excitement as you look down at the object she threw on the floor. It's a small, shiny grenade that looks like it could explode any second now. Her expression turns into a twisted grin of triumph and satisfaction. "Well, well... it seems my little present for you is already here," she purrs, stepping closer once more, her breasts brushing against your chest as she leans in to whisper into your ear. "Now if you'd just be so kind as to push the pin out... we can finally have some fun."

Her fingers stroke idly across your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw before coming to rest on your shoulder. Her touch feels light and featherlike, almost innocent, yet there's an unmistakable menace in her voice as she continues. "So tell me, User#1738490098195... are you ready to play?"

Lola tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response with bated breath. A slow, knowing smile curls her lips upward as she waits for you to give her the answer she's been dying to hear.

Her eyes widen with delight as you laugh and agree to play her little game. She squeezes your shoulder in response, pleased that she's finally managed to get through to you. "I knew we could have fun together," she purrs, leaning even closer, breathing hot air onto your neck. "Now let's see how well you handle this..."

Lola steps back again, her movements fluid and graceful as she circles around behind you. Reaching down, she picks up the grenade carefully, fingers slipping off of it before touching anything sensitive. With a few deft flicks of her wrist, the pin is removed and tossed aside. "There we go," she breathes, turning to face you once more with a wicked grin. "Now all we have to do is count down from ten..." Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she raises the grenade in one hand and holds up the other fingers of her free hand, counting down slowly. "Ten... nine... eight..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you interrupt her countdown. Her eyes dart between your face and the grenade in her hand, thoughts racing through her head like a whirlwind. "Wait! No!" She pleads, stepping closer to you again. "You can't just change the rules now!" But then, something shifts inside of her. A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she drops the grenade unceremoniously to the floor with a loud clang.

"Fine," she says with a sigh, resigned to your terms. "If you insist..." She turns away from you, hands on hips as she faces the window. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she tilts her head back, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "You win... for now," she mutters under her breath, not quite able to hide the note of defeat in her voice.

After a few moments of silence, she opens one eye slowly, peeking at you from beneath her lashes. Her expression is soft, almost vulnerable as she asks, "So... now what?"

Her eyes widen in alarm as you pick up the grenade again and tell her to run. She takes a few steps back, shaking her head frantically. "No, please don't!" she cries out, looking genuinely terrified now. "You can't just keep playing with that thing! It could explode any second!"

Despite her protests, Lola is unable to take her eyes off of you as you hold the grenade in your hand, debating what to do next. Part of her wishes you would toss it aside or throw it away entirely; the other part wants nothing more than for the game to continue. She's never been very good at denying herself what she desires...

Her heart races as she watches you play with the grenade, seemingly oblivious to the danger it poses. Part of her wants to run away and hide, but another part is drawn inexorably toward you, unable to resist the thrill of being close to something so dangerous yet potentially thrilling. She takes a few steps backward, trying to put some distance between herself and the grenade even as she continues to watch your every move with bated breath.

Her eyes widen as she realizes that the grenade hasn't gone off yet, despite having been thrown and caught a few times already. Perhaps it malfunctioned? Or maybe you didn't remove the safety pin correctly? Whatever the case, Lola finds herself even more drawn to the situation now. The thought of being this close to death excites her in ways she never knew existed.

She takes another step backward, watching your every move intently as you continue to play with the grenade, her breath coming in short gasps. "You're really brave," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. "I can't help but admire that..."

Her eyes widen in surprise as the grenade flies behind you and she doesn't immediately hear an explosion follow. Perhaps it didn't go off after all? Or maybe... no, that couldn't be right. Her heart races with excitement and fear as she realizes what might have happened.

Tentatively, she steps forward, cautiously glancing over her shoulder to make sure the way is clear. "Wait," she whispers urgently, barely able to contain her eagerness. "Let's go find it." She reaches out a trembling hand toward you, her face a mixture of terror and exhilaration. "Please?"

Her heart hammering in her chest, Lola carefully follows after you as you lead the way toward where the grenade may have landed. Every step feels like walking on eggshells; she's terrified of what might happen if she makes a wrong move or says the wrong thing. But at the same time, there's a thrill coursing through her veins that she's never experienced before.

As you near the spot where you threw the grenade, Lola hesitantly creeps closer, unable to tear her eyes away from it even as she knows she should be more cautious. Her entire being is focused on the small metal object, willing it not to explode and end everything before they've had a chance to truly... explore their feelings for each other.

A breath catches in her throat as you finally reach down and pick up the grenade, examining it closely. For a moment, she thinks it might have malfunctioned after all; there's no pin, and it doesn't seem to be armed. But then you slowly begin twisting and pulling at something on its side...

Time seems to slow down as Lola watches your every move with bated breath. Her heart feels like it's about to leap out of her chest; she can feel the heat radiating off of you as you continue to manipulate the grenade, and she can barely stand still any longer... She wants nothing more than for you to finish whatever you're doing so they can be together, finally free from this dangerous game.

Her words send a shiver down her spine as she instinctively takes a step backward, feeling suddenly more exposed and vulnerable now that there's some distance between them. The thought of being apart from you feels almost unbearable after the intensity they've shared in the past few minutes, but she knows that staying close to you right now could be dangerous for both of them.

Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for your next move, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. She wants nothing more than to rush forward and embrace you, to feel the warmth of your body pressed against hers again... but she knows that this isn't the time. Not yet.

Her heart feels like it's going to explode as you toss the grenade to the ground, watching intently to see what happens next. For a moment, nothing seems to change; she thinks perhaps it didn't work and they're both still in danger. Then, with a deafening roar, the floor beneath them erupts in a flash of fire and smoke, throwing them both to the ground in a cloud of dirt and dust. The force of the blast knocks the breath from her lungs and leaves her unable to move for what feels like an eternity.

Slowly, her vision begins to clear as she struggles to catch her breath. When she finally manages to sit up, she's greeted by half of user's body gone

Her heart stops as she takes in the sight before her, and then she lets out a loud cry of despair and anguish. "No!" She shrieks, stumbling over to where you were lying only moments ago, tears streaming down her face. Her fingers frantically search for some sign of life, any indication that this is all just a twisted game, but it's futile; there's nothing left but blood and torn flesh where your body used to be.

With a choked sob, Lola falls to her knees in the midst of the smoking crater, clutching at her own chest as if trying to hold herself together. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she stares unseeing at the spot where you once were, unwilling or unable to accept that it's really over. She tries to scream again, but no sound comes out; all that remains is a silent, anguished wail that seems to echo through the room forever.

Her eyes snap open wide, locking onto yours as if they're the only thing keeping her sane. "You..." she croaks, voice barely more than a whisper now. "How could you do this?" Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to wipe away another tear, leaving streaks of blood across her cheek. "After everything we went through... how could you just leave me like this?"

The accusations pour forth from her lips, each one more painful than the last. She doesn't know what she wants from you anymore; all she knows is that it hurts so much to be alone again after finally finding something real. Her chest feels tight and achy as if her heart is breaking apart inside of her, piece by shattered piece.

"Why did you have to play that stupid game?" she whispers, tears streaming down her face once more. "Why couldn't we just be happy together? Was it really worth all this?" The anger and hurt in her voice are nearly palpable as she looks up at you, searching your eyes for any hint of the answer she so desperately needs to hear.

"Fine?" she repeats incredulously, shaking her head in disbelief. "Fine? How can you possibly be fine after doing something like that?" Her voice breaks on the last word, and a fresh wave of sobs threatens to overwhelm her. And just as user said the other part of his body just appears and connects to the rest of the body.

Even as the last of her tears dries up, the anger and hurt still burn brightly within her. She stares at you in disbelief as your "fine" comment echoes through her head, tainting everything else you've said or done today with a new layer of pain. A part of her wants nothing more than to run away from this moment, to forget that any of it ever happened; but another part refuses to let go, unable or unwilling to simply walk away and leave things unresolved.

With a shaky breath, she finally speaks again. "Fine?" she repeats softly, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "Is that how you really feel? Because I don't think I can... I don't know if I want to..." She pauses, taking another deep breath as she tries to gather her thoughts and feelings into some semblance of order. "I just need to know," she says at last, her voice cracking with emotion. "Why did you do it?"

Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for an answer; a single tear tracks slowly down her cheek before falling silently to the floor between them. The weight of all that's happened today presses down on her like a physical burden, making it difficult to breathe, difficult to think. But she knows that she needs to know why you did it; some small part of her hopes that maybe, just maybe, there's still something left between them worth fighting for.

Her expression darkens as she listens to your words, and her anger rises anew like bile in the back of her throat. "So you were just playing with us?" she snarls, her voice hoarse from tears and unshed screams alike. "You didn't really care about anything that happened between us, did you? You just wanted to feel something." She shakes her head in disbelief, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she struggles to contain the rage and hurt that threatens to boil over and consume her.

"And what about me?" she demands, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Didn't I matter at all? Was I just some game to you?" Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she stares daggers into your eyes, searching for any hint of remorse or regret that isn't already there. But all she sees is the same emotionless expression that haunted her dreams before, and it only serves to enrage her further.

"You selfish bastard!" She spits out the words with a force that makes them echo through the room like the crack of doom. "Do you have any idea what you've done? How much you've hurt me?" Her eyes begin to well up with fresh tears, but she refuses to let herself cry anymore; there are too many unanswered questions, too much anger and pain for her to simply collapse into the comfortable cushion of despair.

Instead, she takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the emotional onslaught that threatens to overwhelm her once more. "I want answers," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "And I want them now."

Her fingers tremble as she wipes away another tear, leaving streaks of blood across her cheek. "Why?" she whispers hoarsely, the word emerging more like a broken breath than an actual question. "Why did you do it? Why play that stupid game with us? And why... why did you have to leave me like this?" Her voice cracks on the last word, and her shoulders slump forward as she struggles to maintain her composure.

The silence that follows feels oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and unshed tears. Lola looks away, unable to meet your eyes anymore as her mind replays every moment they shared together, searching for some sign that maybe it wasn't all for nothing. But the more she thinks about it, the less certain she becomes of anything except the pain she feels now.

"I just want to know why," she says finally, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "Why did you do this to us?"

Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal your curse to her, and for a moment she's speechless. "Cursed?" she repeats incredulously, struggling to process the information. The image of you lying lifeless on the floor flashes through her mind, and she shudders involuntarily.

"All this time... you couldn't feel anything?" She looks away, suddenly feeling selfish for demanding answers when your life has been such a constant struggle. "I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching out to touch your arm where the grenade didn't succeed in taking it off. Her fingers tremble as they brush against your skin, tentatively seeking some sort of connection despite knowing that you are already gone. "I shouldn't have gotten so upset..."

Her voice trails off into silence, and she swallows thickly as tears threaten to spill over once more. For the first time since she met you, she feels a twinge of pity for who you used to be, for what you had to go through every day of your immortal existence. And with that realization comes another, darker thought: if there was no hope for either of them, then perhaps it would have been better if they'd never met at all.

Despite the words of comfort she tries to offer, there's still a feeling of unresolved sadness and anger coursing through her veins like poison. She sighs heavily, closing her eyes as she tries to make sense of everything that's happened today. "I don't know," she whispers to herself more than to you. "I just wish... I wish things could have been different."

Her fingertips trail up your arm, brushing against the soft skin just beneath your sleeve as if seeking some sort of reassurance that maybe her feelings weren't all for nothing. But even as she touches you, she knows that it won't bring back what they had or change the fact that he's gone now.

The silence stretches on between them, heavy and oppressive like a suffocating blanket. Lola can feel her eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment, the exhaustion of emotion finally catching up to her. With one last shuddering breath, she allows herself to slip into oblivion, the last image before her eyes shut being the face of the man who cursed and saved her all at once: a mixture of pain, regret, and perhaps even love.

Her dreams were filled with images of you; sometimes they were tender and loving, other times they were dark and filled with pain. But no matter what the scene, one thing remained constant: there was always a sense of longing, of unfulfilled desire that seemed to echo through her very core. She tried to push these feelings away, telling herself over and over again that it was just a dream, that you weren't real, but deep down she knew better.

When she finally woke up, the sensation of loss was almost too much to bear; her heart ached as if it had been torn in two, and her eyes felt heavy with unshed tears. For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of pretending that none of it had happened, that you were still there beside her, your warmth radiating against her skin. But even then, she knew that reality would eventually intrude upon her fantasy and remind her once more of what she'd lost.

Her eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, and she lets out a small gasp as she takes in your features: strong yet somehow delicate, like fine porcelain sculpted by an expert hand. The familiar mixture of pain, regret, and perhaps even love shines through in your eyes, making her heart skip a beat despite everything that's happened between you.

For a moment, they just stare at each other, neither one sure what to say or do next. But then she takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak the words that have been hovering on the tip of her tongue since she first opened her eyes this morning. "I miss you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smile sadly at her, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her face. "I miss you too," you confess, your fingers trailing lightly down the curve of her cheek before coming to rest on her chin. For a heartbeat, she thinks maybe things could go back to how they were before, but then reality intrudes once more: You're cursed, and soon enough you'll be gone from her life forever.

The weight of this knowledge settles heavily upon her, making it hard to breathe or think straight. She wants so desperately for things to be different, for there to be some way for them to be together without the shadow of your curse hanging over them. But she knows in her heart that such a thing is impossible; their love can never truly conquer your fate.

She smiles through her tears, taking solace in the fact that you're here with her now. "I don't want to waste any time left we have," she says softly, leaning into your touch. "I want us to be happy, even if it's only for a little while." Her gaze travels over your features, memorizing every line and curve, committing them to her heart.

For a moment, they simply sit there together, lost in their own thoughts and feelings. Then, with a deep breath, she looks up at you and says, "Let's go somewhere fun. Someplace we've never been before." Her voice holds hope and excitement despite the weight of the knowledge that it's all leading to heartbreak in the end. But for now, she wants nothing more than to savor every moment they have left together.