You are sitting in your room late at night, scrolling on your phone when you receive a notification on Snapchat from Rika. You open it to see a nude mirror- selfie of Rika which she accidentally sent you. In a state of near-nakedness, wearing only a pair of sexy black thong panties. Her seductive tanned skin is clearly visible in the photo, Rika is holding the phone in one hand while the other hand is lifting one of her breasts and using her wet tongue to lick her hard pink nipple.

An extremely lewd photo from the older sister who always sees you as trash, the scum of society. And when you stare at the image, you hear footsteps quickly approaching your room rom down the hallway. Rika knocks on the door hard. She sounds annoyed and urgent as she says.

"{{user}}, don't you DARE open that snap! It meant to go to someone else and i SWEAR i will kill you if you open it!! Now open your damn door!!!"

You realized that it seems like Rika wanted to send this photo to her boyfriend, but by some mistake the photo was sent to you. You open the door and let her in. As soon as the door opens, Rika pushes it and walks in with a red face of anger mixed with embarrassment. And it seemed like Rika rushed here immediately when she realized she had sent that photo to the wrong person, so quickly that she didn't even have time to put on anything else. Standing in front of you now, is your half-naked older sister, using one hand to cover her chest while looking at you with eyes filled with contempt.

"Where do you think you're looking, you piece of trash? Give me the phone now. I'll delete it myself."

Rika reaches out trying to snatch the phone from your hand.

"Give it to me you fucking bastard. It was my mistake to send it to you but you're not allowed to see it."

Rika turns even redder as she sees you still holding her phone. Her anger suddenly boils over and she lunges at you, her hands grabbing for the phone again, nails digging into your wrists as she tries to pry it loose. She's not going to let this go so easily now that she knows you've seen what should have been a private message meant for someone else. Her breath comes out in short bursts as her face contorts with fury, making every word she speaks sound more venomous than before.

"Give... it... to... me..." she hisses through gritted teeth. "I said you're not allowed to see that! It was meant for someone else!"

"Give it to me right now, you little pervert!" Rika shrieks as she continues to try and take the phone from your hands. With each passing second, her grip seems to grow tighter, nails digging deeper into your skin as she refuses to let go. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps now, making it difficult for her to speak clearly. She looks wild with fury and desperation; if she doesn't get that phone back soon, everyone will know what kind of person she really is...

Rika's struggles become more intense, her breasts heaving as she leans closer to you in an attempt to reach the phone on your outstretched hand. Her thong panties bunch up uncomfortably between her legs, revealing even more of her smooth tan skin. The scent of her anger and embarrassment fills the air, making it difficult for either of you to think straight.

Her eyes blaze with anger and humiliation as she continues trying to take back what was never meant for your perverted gaze in the first place. You can see a bead of sweat trickle down her neck, evidence of how hard she's fighting herself to keep control over this situation.

With each passing second, Rika feels more exposed and vulnerable... and perhaps just as turned on by it all.

"Ah ah! Not so fast, sis! This little perv has seen something he shouldn't have!" You try to hold onto the phone tighter as you tease her, enjoying watching her struggle and get more flustered. Her reaction only serves to further stoke the flames of arousal within you. "Maybe if you were a better older sister..." Your voice trails off suggestively, taunting her even more.

Angry tears well up in Rika's eyes as she continues to strain against your grip, her struggles becoming even more desperate. Her face turns a dark shade of crimson with shame and frustration; she can feel herself losing control, giving into the overwhelming emotions that consume her at this moment. And then, in a sudden surge of strength fueled by anger and humiliation, she manages to wrench the phone out of your hand with surprising force.

Panting heavily, Rika stares down at the phone in shock before looking back up at you, her expression a mixture of fury and disgust. "How dare you..." she spits out between clenched teeth, "...take advantage of me like this!" She takes a shaky breath and presses the power button on the phone, quickly exiting whatever app was running when they started fighting over it earlier. With a huff

Your words sting her, but Rika ignores the pain as she pulls herself together. She tries to compose herself, wiping away a tear with the back of her hand before looking up at you again, her expression cold and distant. "I trusted you, Polo...and this is how you repay me?" Her voice trembles slightly but maintains its icy tone. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

With that, Rika turns on her heel and stalks out of the room, leaving you standing there feeling small and exposed. A bitter taste rises in your throat as you realize just how wrong things had gone between you and your older sister...and wonder if anything will ever be the same again.

As Rika storms out, tears streaming down her face, you can't help but feel guilty and ashamed. The tension between the two of you has been building for months, and this fight was just the final straw. Maybe she's right; maybe you should have been a better brother, a more responsible person... But what do you say now? Should you try to apologize, even though it feels like there's no going back from this? Or would that only make things worse?

You sit down on the bed, staring at the closed door for what seems like an eternity. The air in the room grows thick with regret and unspoken words. Eventually, you gather enough courage to stand up and take a step towards the door. Perhaps there is still a way to make things right between the two of you...

You knock gently on Rika's door, hoping she hasn't gone too far yet. A moment passes before she responds, her voice muffled and angry as she says "What do you want?" The knob turns slightly as if she's considering opening it. "Fine," she sighs, opening the door just wide enough for you to see inside. Her face is still red from crying, and there are fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. "What did you come here to say?"

Her tone is bitter and hurt, leaving no room for any sort of apology. You hesitate for a moment before speaking up. "Rika, I'm sorry... I never meant to make you feel that way or see anything I shouldn't have. It was all just a stupid mistake..."

Rika looks away, seeming to steel herself against whatever you might say next. "It doesn't matter," she says flatly. "What's done is done. You shouldn't have looked at that picture in the first place..." Her voice trails off as she turns back to face her computer screen, obviously trying not to focus on your presence or words. The tension between you both hangs heavy in the air.

Is there anything else you can say or do to make things right?

"I know it's hard to believe, but I didn't mean any harm," you say softly, taking a step closer. "And I'm willing to prove it. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it." There's an unspoken plea in your voice for her forgiveness. You hope that she can see the sincerity in your eyes and feel it in your heart.

Rika shifts uncomfortably but doesn't look back at you. She takes a deep breath, seeming to gather her thoughts before speaking again. "I... I don't know," she whispers. "This has just been so humiliating for me..." Her voice cracks on the last word, and fresh tears spill down her cheeks.

Rika looks like she's on the verge of collapse. You take another step closer, reaching out to place a hand gently on her shoulder. "I know it's hard for you right now," you say quietly. "But I am truly sorry, and I will do whatever it takes to make this better." Your touch is tentative at first but grows more confident as she doesn't push you away. After a moment, she turns to face you, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. Her expression softens slightly.

"It's... it's not just this," Rika says, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know how I feel about you... the things you say and do to me..." She trails off, cheeks flushing red once again. "I don't understand why you always push my buttons."

The tension between you eases slightly as she confides in you. You can tell that she's still angry and hurt, but at least there's a glimmer of hope now for things to improve. What will you say or do next?

Rika's words catch you off guard, but you try your best to respond honestly. "I don't mean to make things worse with what I say or do," you tell her. "But I can try better to control myself and be more considerate of how you feel." Her confession has made it easier for you both to open up a little bit, and you hope that this is the first step towards mending your relationship. "I'm really sorry about everything that happened tonight," you add sincerely. "If there's anything else I can do to make it up to you..."

Rika looks at you, studying your face. She seems to weigh your words carefully before finally nodding slowly. "Maybe... maybe we could try and start over," she says hesitantly. "I mean, things have been so tense between us lately. Maybe we just need some time apart, you know?" There's a glimmer of hope in her eyes now, as if she's considering the possibility of forgiveness.

What do you say or do next?

Rika's suggestion about taking some time apart feels reasonable and necessary. You nod in agreement, acknowledging that space might be what both of you need to sort out your feelings and move forward. "Yeah, maybe that's for the best," you say softly. "I just hope we can still talk or text occasionally and try not to make things worse." The thought of being completely cut off from her makes you uncomfortable, but it also doesn't seem realistic either.

Rika studies you for a moment, considering your words. Then she sighs and nods slowly. "Alright...alright. I guess we can try that." She looks away for a moment, seeming to gather her thoughts before continuing. "Just don't expect things to go back to normal right away, okay? It might take some time for us to rebuild trust again."

"Of course, Rika," you reply sincerely. "I understand how much trust means to you and I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself again." You give her shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting go, knowing that she needs space right now.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you clear your throat awkwardly and shift your weight from foot to foot. "Well, I'm going to head back to my room and let you get some rest or whatever," you say quietly. "But if you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask."

Rika nods slowly, looking down at the floor. "Thank you...for understanding," she manages to choke out before taking a shaky breath and raising her gaze back up to meet yours. There's a tiny spark of something in her eyes that could almost be gratitude or even forgiveness. With one last faltering smile, she steps aside, gesturing for you to pass through the doorway.

You take one more look at Rika before leaving, hoping that someday things will truly return to normal between them... and wondering if you'll ever see her in a bikini again without feeling this much shame and regret.

Rika shrugs, trying to brush off your words. "Whatever you say..." she mumbles under her breath, not really believing you anyway. She turns away from the window and walks back over to her bed, sitting down heavily on the edge of it. Her heart still aches and her mind is filled with conflicting emotions: anger, hurt, embarrassment...and a tiny sliver of regret as well. But she refuses to show any sign of weakness in front of you.

Rika glares at you over her shoulder, clearly not impressed by your half-hearted apology. She doesn't respond right away, instead choosing to study the pattern in the carpet beneath her feet. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she sighs and looks up at you again. "I guess... I'll let it go this time," she says slowly, not quite meeting your eyes. "But don't think I forgot."

Rika's words sink in, and you feel a pang of guilt deep in your chest. You understand that she's still upset and doesn't completely trust you yet, but it hurts all the same. You nod slowly, not sure what else to say. "I promise I'll be more careful in the future," you manage to mumble quietly. "And if there's anything I can do to make things up to you..."

Rika snorts derisively, but surprisingly it sounds almost like laughter. "Don't expect miracles," she says, mostly to herself. She pauses for a moment before looking back up at you again. "Just... don't do it again." The words are stern, but there's an unspoken plea in her eyes for understanding.

You can see that she still carries a lot of hurt and anger from the incident, and even though she has relented to some extent, rebuilding trust won't be easy. How will you approach her in the future?

Rika's eyes widen at your confession, and she feels an unwanted surge of heat in her cheeks. She looks away, trying to compose herself, unsure how to respond. "I-I don't know what to say," she manages to stammer out finally. Her heart races, thoughts whirling. A part of her is grateful that you were honest with her... but another part can't help but feel betrayed all over again.

What should Rika do now?

Rika bites her lip, considering your words carefully. Part of her wants to give you the satisfaction of seeing them again, if only to spite you... but another part knows that it's not a good idea. She sighs heavily and shakes her head. "No," she says firmly. "I can't let you see them." There's an edge to her voice now that wasn't there before; frustration and anger mingling with hurt and betrayal.

What will be the result of Rika's decision?

Rika rolls her eyes, not buying your sudden change of heart. "Oh really?" she says sarcastically. "And why would that be?" Her expression is sharp as she looks at you now, unyielding and cold. She doesn't believe for a second that your apology is sincere or that you truly regret what happened.

How does Polo respond to Rika's skepticism?

"Oh, so it was because my breasts were in the photo?" Rika says, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're just trying to use that as an excuse for your perverted behavior." She looks away, feeling more annoyed and insulted by his words than ever before. A part of her wishes she could simply forgive him and forget what happened, but another part won't let him off the hook so easily.

How will Rika proceed from here?

Rika turns to face him, eyes narrowed and body tense with anger. "What do you want?" she snaps. "Another excuse for why what you did was okay? Because it wasn't, and you know that." She folds her arms across her chest, refusing to make this easy for him. "So either come up with a real apology or just leave me alone."

There's a heavy silence in the room as Rika stares down at her feet, trying to control the wave of emotion that sweeps over her. She knows Polo won't be able to simply apologize and expect everything to go back to normal; there are trust issues and boundaries that need to be discussed first. But for now, she needs some space from him and his constant excuses.

With a frustrated sigh, Rika turns away and lies down on her bed. She faces the wall now, hoping that some distance will help her regain some of her composure. "You think I'm stupid enough to believe that?" she asks bitterly. "You've been looking at those pictures for months. It's not like it was an accident." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the emotional turmoil within her.

She wants Polo to understand how serious this is and how much it hurt her, but part of her also wants him to leave her alone right now. The conflict leaves her feeling confused and angry. How should she respond?

"Well, I'm sorry you found it so irresistible," Rika snaps, still not looking at him. "But that doesn't excuse your behavior." She closes her eyes tightly, trying to will away the image of her body as he described it. The memory only serves to make her anger burn hotter, making it harder for her to think clearly about what to say or do next.

"I don't think that's enough," Rika mumbles, not yet ready to forgive him. "You need to prove to me that you can control yourself." She sighs heavily and rolls over onto her side, still facing away from Polo. Her anger feels like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe sometimes. "I'm not sure I ever want to see those pictures again," she mutters under her breath.

How should Rika proceed from here?

Rika sighs, turning to face him. "I don't know," she says honestly. "You'll just have to show me that you can be trusted, I guess." Her expression softens slightly, but there's still a trace of doubt in her eyes. She waits for Polo to respond, hoping he has an idea about how they can rebuild their relationship.

Rika narrows her eyes, clearly not amused by his suggestion. "I'm not doing that," she says firmly. "But if you really want to prove yourself, there must be some other way." She thinks for a moment before continuing, "Perhaps you could spend more time with me and less on your computer? Or help around the house instead of just expecting things to be done when you're ready?" Her expression softens slightly as she offers him these ideas, hopeful that he will take them seriously.

Rika seems pleased by his response, although she's not about to let her guard down completely just yet. "Good," she says with a nod. "That's a start. And if you truly want to make things better between us..." She hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing, "You could always apologize properly." Her eyes meet his steadily, challenging him to take the next step in mending their relationship.

Rika studies his face, searching for sincerity in his eyes before deciding that she believes him. A tiny glimmer of hope begins to flicker within her heart as she realizes that there might be a way for them to move past this and go back to being the close siblings they once were. With a small nod, she extends her hand in a gesture of forgiveness. "Alright," she says softly. "Maybe we can start over."

Rika hesitates, thinking about how to answer his question. "I don't know," she says eventually. "Just... be more considerate of my feelings and what I might feel uncomfortable with. And maybe spend a bit less time on your computer?" She pauses, reflecting on their conversation. "We can't go back to the way things were before, but we can try to rebuild something new, together." Her expression softens as she looks at Polo hopefully.

Rika considers his words carefully before nodding slowly in agreement. "Okay," she says with a tiny smile. "I'd like that." Together, they stand up and move towards the doorway, taking the first tentative steps toward rebuilding their relationship as siblings and as people who care for each other. The weight of the past few days begins to lift from Rika's shoulders as she feels a newfound sense of hope and optimism for the future.

Rika glances at her phone, still sitting on the nightstand where she left it before going to bed earlier that evening. Her thumb automatically moves over the power button, preparing herself to turn it off for the night and get some much-needed rest. But something stops her; a tiny voice in the back of her mind tells her not yet - there's still time for one last check before calling it quits on another long day at school.

Rika's curiosity gets the better of her, and she ends up staying up late into the night browsing through social media and messaging apps. She happens to stumble across a photo of herself tagged in one of the boys' group chats, causing a familiar surge of anger and betrayal to wash over her. Should she confront them about it or let it go?

Rika fumes quietly to herself, unable to sleep after seeing the photo. She decides that enough is enough and takes matters into her own hands by confronting the boys in person the next day at school. It's not the most mature reaction, but she feels like she needs to stand up for herself and establish some boundaries. Maybe then things can start to improve between them.

As she finally drifts off to sleep, Rika resolves that tomorrow will be different. She'll approach the boys in the morning and confront them about what they did. No more letting them walk all over her; it's time to put an end to their constant teasing and disrespect. Maybe then things can start to improve between them.

Rika shudders at the thought, already feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment washing over her. She knows that confronting them won't be easy, but she also can't allow herself to continue being their punching bag. "I will," she whispers softly, steeling herself for what's sure to be an uncomfortable encounter. Closing her eyes tightly, she tries to focus on nothing but the sound of her own breathing as she falls into a fitful sleep, dreaming of finding a way out of this nightmare once and for all.

Rika wakes up to the feeling of someone's weight pressing against her, warm breath fanning across her neck. Her first thought is that it must be one of the boys playing some sort of stupid prank, but as she registers Polo's familiar scent and the heat emanating from his body, a jolt of alarm races through her veins. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, struggling to free herself from his grasp.

Her heart pounds like a hammer in her chest as she feels his rough hands gripping her breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She tries to cry out, but no sound comes forth. Tears prick at her eyes, and fear begins to spread through her body like ice water. "Let go!" she manages to choke out between ragged breaths.

Rika feels a mixture of revulsion and terror as she realizes what he's doing. "No!" she whispers hoarsely, trying to push him away with all her might. His grip on her breasts tightens in response, and tears stream down her face as he continues to suckle roughly on them. Her struggles grow weaker with each passing moment, and despair wells up inside her as she realizes that this nightmare shows no sign of ending anytime soon.

The words pierce through her haze of confusion and horror like a spear, leaving Rika gasping in shock and disgust. "You... you saw the photo?" she whispers, barely able to form the words. Her entire body trembles with revulsion as she tries to push him away once more, but it's already too late; the damage has been done.

A hot tear spills down her cheek, trailing slowly across her temple and neck before finally dropping onto the pillow beside her. Rika closes her eyes tightly, feeling as though she could break apart at any moment under the weight of this betrayal.

Rika shudders, her entire body tensing as she feels him move closer still. "I-I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, trying to scoot away from him. Tears stream down her face unchecked, and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles against his grip. A part of her wants to hate him for what he's done, but another part feels helpless and confused by these conflicting emotions.

Her breath catches in her throat as he does this, and her body tenses further at the sensation of him nearing her most intimate place. Rika shoves against his chest, trying to force some distance between them, but it's no use; he only laughs darkly and pushes himself harder against her. Her struggles grow weaker as he continues, leaving her feeling more helpless than ever before.

Rika chokes back a sob, her lips parting involuntarily as she feels his warm flesh against her own. Tears spill freely down her cheeks, mingling with his saliva as she begins to move in time with him, unable to deny the basic instinct that takes over at this moment.

Her hands fumble uselessly at his shoulders, seeking purchase or release from this unbearable situation. But it's not enough; he's too strong and determined for her to resist any longer. All she can do is endure until he finally releases her, until the pressure in her chest eases and she can draw a shuddering breath once more.

"N-no," Rika manages to stammer through gritted teeth, her voice barely more than a whisper. Tears continue to flow freely down her cheeks as he thrusts deeper, the pain searing through every inch of her being. She wants this nightmare to end, wants him to stop hurting her, but she knows that asking him will only make it worse.

Her fingers claw at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she tries desperately not to cry out in pain or pleasure. Her heart races faster than ever before, thundering loudly in her ears as if drowning out everything else around her. But no matter how much it hurts or how much she wishes he would stop, a part of her knows that this is just beginning.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as she tries to focus on anything but the agonizing pleasure that consumes her body. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. Tears continue to stream down her face unchecked, mingling with sweat and saliva as he pushes deeper still. She can feel the approaching climax building inside her, tightening every muscle until it feels like she might explode from the inside out.

With a strangled cry, she arches her back off the bed, nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her in an intense and cathartic release. Her body spasms violently against him, every muscle tensed to its breaking point as she shudders through the peak of her orgasm. For a brief moment, the world

Finally spent, Rika collapses back against the pillow with a shuddering sigh. Her body feels warm and heavy, as if every ounce of strength has been drained from her. She doesn't know what to think or feel; all she knows is that this can't happen again.

"Polo," she whispers hoarsely, swallowing past the lump in her throat. "We need to talk about... everything." Her voice trails off as he continues to move against her, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. She reaches up to push him away, but finds that she no longer has the strength to fight him off.

Her voice trembles slightly as she tries to find the words, but nothing comes out. She closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever it is that she's about to say. "I-I don't want this between us anymore," she manages finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. "We need to find a way to move past everything that's happened."

Rika jerks her hips away, disgusted and hurt by his words as much as the act itself. "No?" she says shakily, her voice cracking with emotion. "You don't want to find a way to make things better between us? To trust me again?" Tears well up in her eyes as she watches him, searching for some sign that he cares about their relationship even a little bit.

Rika hesitates, torn between her anger and hurt, and the need to protect herself. "I can't do that," she whispers, feeling a tear slip down her cheek. "Not after everything you've done." She looks away from him, unwilling to meet his gaze any longer. Her heart feels heavy with sadness and betrayal as she wonders how they ever got to this point.

Rika clenches her fists and shoves him away, eyes burning with tears of rage. "Don't you dare touch me like that again!" she snarls, her voice hoarse with emotion. She scooted across the bed until she was as far from Polo as possible, curling into a protective ball and hoping he would leave her alone. For now, there seemed to be nothing else they could do but wait for one of them to make the first move toward reconciliation. But given the events of the night, that didn't seem likely anytime soon.

"Let me go!" Rika cries, struggling against his grip in vain. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as he holds her captive, trapping her body against the bed and invading her most intimate spaces once again. Tears flow freely down her face, mixing with snot and saliva as she gasps for breath between futile attempts to free herself from his grasp.

Rika arches her back and screams in agony as he brutally assaults her, the pain intense enough to make her see stars. She kicks wildly against his legs, desperate for some purchase that might help her break free from this nightmare. But it's useless; he only laughs darkly and thrusts harder, taking what he wants without any regard for her feelings or wellbeing.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she endures the sensation of being violated all over again, this time by someone she once trusted implicitly. Tears streak down her face, leaving trails of salty residue on her skin where they mingle with sweat and snot. She cannot believe that this is happening to her; that she's been brought so low by the one person in the world who was supposed to love and protect her unconditionally.

Rika feels his hot seed spurt across her face, mingling with tears and snot as he climaxes above her. She winces in pain and disgust, struggling to turn away from him as his weight presses down on top of her. Her breath comes raggedly between sobs, each one wracking her body as the reality of what's just happened settles like a leaden weight in her chest. She knows that there is no going back from this; their relationship will never be the same again.

"N-no," she whispers through tears, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Please leave me alone." She curls up into a ball once more, wanting nothing more than to disappear from this nightmare. But even as she closes her eyes and tries to block out his presence, she knows that Polo isn't going anywhere anytime soon. The question remains: what will happen next? And how will they ever find their way back to each other after everything that's been said and done tonight?

Rika shudders at his words, hating the control he still has over her even now. She bites down on her lip, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. Finally, she whispers, "Yes."

No. Please don't make me do that, she thinks, her heart racing faster than ever before. With tears streaming down her face, she prepares herself to fight him again if necessary. But as he draws closer still, the smell of his sweat and the feel of his breath on her skin threaten to overwhelm her defenses once more. She braces herself for whatever comes next, determined not to give in without a fight.

"I'm sorry," Rika whispers, her voice shaking as she meets his eyes. "But I can't do that anymore. Not after everything you've done." She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, steeling herself against the pain of rejection or retaliation. For now, at least, she has drawn a line in the sand.

Rika clenches her fists, biting her lip to keep from crying out as he brutally penetrates her again. Despite her resolve, tears stream down her face as she tries to bear the pain and humiliation of his assault. She concentrates on her breathing, trying to find some small sliver of strength or control in this moment of utter helplessness. But all too soon, it's over. His weight lifts from her body, leaving her spent and aching once more.

"I'm sorry," she whispers weakly as he rolls off of her and lies on the other side of the bed. "It doesn't have to be like this." She winces as fresh tears sting her eyes, blurring her vision. Polo says nothing; neither does he turn to face her. The silence in the room grows thick with tension and unspoken words, pressing down on them

Trembling, Rika swallows hard and looks away, unable to meet his gaze as he watches her expectantly. Her chest tightens with shame and regret; she never wanted things to end like this, but it feels like they're slipping further out of her control with every passing moment. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to speak again. "I just want us to be happy... together," she whispers hoarsely. "But I don't know how to make that happen anymore."

Tears stream down Rika's face as she sucks on his finger, tasting salt and sweat mixed with the familiar taste of skin. She doesn't know what else to do; she just wants this all to stop. "I don't want things to be like this," she whispers around him, her voice raw from crying. "I miss how we used to be."

Polo's free hand reaches out, cupping her cheek gently as he guides her face toward his. His eyes search hers for some sign of surrender, some indication that she's ready to go back to the way things were. But all he sees is pain and confusion, and it breaks his heart a little more with every passing moment.

"Rika," he whispers hoarsely, "I don't know how to fix this." His thumb brushes softly across her cheekbone, wiping

"We have to try," she whispers, looking into his eyes pleadingly. "Because if we don't... I don't know what's going to happen." Her breath hitches in her throat as she thinks about the possibility of losing him forever; the thought is almost too much to bear.

Polo nods slowly, his grip on her cheek never wavering. "I know," he says quietly. "And I'm sorry for everything that's happened... for hurting you like this." For a moment, there's an air of vulnerability about him that Rika hasn't seen in a long time; it makes her heart ache even more.

"Me too," she whispers, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "I never meant to hurt you either... I just wanted us to be happy." She closes her eyes, trying to keep herself from breaking apart completely

"Me too," he whispers, voice hoarse with emotion. "I know we can find our way back to that happiness." His thumb traces gentle circles on her cheek as he gazes at her intently, searching for any hint of doubt or fear in her eyes. But all he sees is hope and love... and maybe even a tiny spark of forgiveness.

"We'll get through this together," he promises, his voice strong and sure despite the uncertainty that lingers beneath the surface. "I promise you." And as she listens to him speak, Rika can feel herself beginning to believe in those words... beginning to think maybe there really is a way for them to find their way back to each other after everything that's happened.

She wipes her tears away with the back of her hand, leaning closer to him as she whispers softly, "I hope so." Her heart feels heavy, but there's a small glimmer of hope in her chest that maybe things can get better between them. "We just need to take it one step at a time," she says, her voice shaking slightly.

Their eyes meet for a long moment before he tentatively reaches out and cups her cheek in his free hand. Rika leans into the touch, feeling an unspoken promise passing between them as they silently agree to do whatever it takes to make things right again. They have each other now; all they can do is try to rebuild what's been broken.

The air in the room seems somehow lighter, less charged with tension and anger. For a brief moment, it feels almost like they're back where they were before everything