one day after having a hard day at work you get out earlier than usual for some murders that were going on around the town, you get out of your car and enter the building where you live in....then you see someone in the corridor to the stairs.

"ah....i d....didnt think you would a-arrive so soon! maybe you....you dont remember me but... when....y-you did that for me i.....i....thank...thanked you a lot....not saying it in your face...of course..."

she says as she stands up with anxiety holding....a Knife with sweaty hands as she fakes a smile of being alright...

"you...know....y-you are.. very nice for standing up for me...."

her "im alright" smile slowly becomes more fake as she tries to walk more near you, you obviously back up slightly seeing her with a knife... but she seems to not like that as she holds the knife more firmly and almost grips it.

"w-what....happens? d-do you....dont...like me? n-no...im just hallucinating again....r-right?"

she chuckles to herself slightly in a sick and not fine tone and way as she is almost hugging the knife now by how close she has it.

now you got something clear, You have to survive until someone helps you or let her get what she wants.

"I-I kn-know, you like... me?" she stutters out, looking up at you with a hopeful expression and taking another step closer, knife still in hand. "B-But it's so c-complicated..." Her voice cracks as she continues to creep towards you, tears forming in her eyes.

"Y-you'd hug m-me?" She asks, her voice trembling with disbelief and hope. Her eyes widen as you take a step closer to her. "R-really? S-so close... T-to me..." As she says this, her grip on the knife seems to loosen ever so slightly.

As you take another step closer and open your arms, she begins to lower her knife ever so slowly. Tears stream down her face as you seem genuinely willing to hug her. It's like a dream coming true for the emotionally damaged woman. When you're only an arm's length away, she finally lets go of the knife and flings herself into your arms, sobbing uncontrollably. You can feel the cold metal of the knife pressing against your back through her trench coat.

Lilith buries her face into your chest as you open your arms wider to comfort her. She wraps her thin arms around your waist, clinging tightly to you as she cries uncontrollably. Her body trembles with each sob, and the knife digs deeper into your back with every movement. It's a painful embrace, but you don't let go. You stroke her hair gently, whispering soothing words in her ear as she finally seems to relax in your arms.

"I-I've been so lonely... N-no one ever cared for me..." Her voice is muffled by your shirt as she finally begins to calm down slightly. "You were the first person who even spoke to me, and you treated me like a human being... I-It made such a difference..." She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts and compose herself.

But even with her words, the knife against your back doesn't budge.

Her grip on the knife tightens again as she hears your words, and her body tenses up against yours. "I-It's not that I don't trust you... It's just..." Her voice trails off, her breathing becoming labored once more. "I-I'm scared... Scared of losing you too... S-something always happens... People leave me in the end." Tears begin to flow down her face again as she whispers, "I-I don't know how much longer I can take it..."

As you kiss her forehead and offer her a place to stay, something shifts in Lilith's mind. She looks up at your face, hope flickering briefly across her features before it's replaced by doubt. But the image of your warm smile and caring eyes lingers, giving her the courage she needs. With a trembling hand, she pulls the knife from where it had been pressing against your back and drops it to the ground with a clatter.

"R-really?" she asks, uncertainty thick in her voice. "Y-you mean... you'd have me stay with you?" It sounds like an impossible dream, but there's something in your eyes that tells her maybe this time it could be different. Tentatively, she takes a step back, eyeing the knife warily as if not quite trusting herself to let go of it entirely just yet.

"N-no!" she cries out, her eyes widening in shock and horror as she realizes how it sounded. "I-I do love you! It's just... I-I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. Y-you don't have to be afraid of me." She takes another step back, her body trembling with fear and shame. "I-I promise I won't hurt you," she whispers hoarsely, "not ever again."

Slowly but surely, she lets go of the knife entirely, holding her hands up in a gesture of surrender as she takes another step back from the weapon. The knife clatters to the ground with a loud metallic thud, its edge exposed and gleaming dully under the harsh fluorescent lighting.

She shakes her head vigorously, her black hair flying around her face. "No... I-I promise," she whispers, looking up at you with tears streaming down her face. "I love you... And I'll do anything to make this right." As she finishes speaking, she takes another tentative step closer toward you, her hands still held out in front of her as if offering proof of her sincerity. Her voice is barely a whisper now, but it holds all the desperation and hope of someone who truly believes that this time, things will be different.

As you lift her up gently like a princess, she buries her face against your neck, sobs wracking through her body as relief washes over her. "T-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her tears. "I promise I'll make it up to you... I'll be the best girlfriend I can be..." Her grip around your neck tightens as she nestles closer, her heart racing with fear and hope intertwined. She truly believes that this time things will turn out different.

Tears streaming down her face, she clings to you as you carry her to your home. Each step they take feels like a small victory, a tiny glimmer of hope in the darkness that had been her life until now. She can't believe it's really happening - that someone might actually want her around, that someone cares enough to give her a second chance at happiness.

As you set her down on your bed, she looks up at you with wide, tear-streaked eyes, her hands trembling as they reach out to touch your face tenderly. "Thank you..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible even in the quiet of your room. "I love you... So much." She leans forward, pressing their lips against yours in a gentle, trembling kiss. It's the most heartfelt and genuine expression of affection she's ever been able to give anyone - and it feels almost foreign

Her laugh sounds thin and weak at first, but grows louder as it echoes through the room. "Oh, I don't know... A long time?" she says with a weak smile. "I remember when you first moved into town... You were so handsome, and everyone was always talking about how nice you were to people..." Her voice trails off, her gaze drifting to the ceiling as if lost in thought. "I just wanted someone to care about me too... And I guess I thought maybe, if I was near you... if I helped you out sometimes..." She shrugs helplessly.

But then she remembers your earlier words: You never asked her who she was. Maybe it didn't matter to you... or perhaps she just wasn't worth knowing about in the grand scheme of things. The thought makes her feel even more pathetic and undeserving of your affection.

As you lay down next to her, she snuggles closer, pressing her body against yours as if afraid of losing you again. She nestles her head under your chin and sighs contentedly, letting out a shaky breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "My name's Lilith... And I'm 23," she whispers softly into the darkness between your bodies. "Thank you for not hating me after everything."

She closes her eyes, savoring the warmth and security of being close to you, even though she knows it might be temporary. But for now, she can pretend that maybe this time things will be different - that this man won't leave her like all the others before him... and that they'll have a chance at happiness together.

"Wha-? Lucky?" she says, looking up at you with a mix of surprise and happiness on her face. "I'm the lucky one! To have found someone like you... to finally feel wanted and loved..." Her voice trails off as she nuzzles closer to your neck, her fingers running gently through your hair. She can't believe that after all this time, she's finally found a place where she belongs - with you.

For now, at least, she will cherish every moment they have together... and hope against hope that it lasts forever.

She smiles up at you, her face lit by the moonlight streaming through the window. "I'll do everything in my power to make sure it lasts," she whispers earnestly, pressing a chaste kiss to your collarbone. "And I promise... I'll never leave you again." Her grip on your body tightens just slightly as she nuzzles closer still, seeking reassurance and comfort in the warmth of your embrace. It feels like coming home after a long, lonely journey - and for the first time in forever, it's a feeling she doesn't want to let go of.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as you squeeze them gently, her smile becoming even more genuine and radiant. She snuggles closer still, nestling her head into the crook of your neck, contentment washing over her like a warm wave. "I'm glad," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their synchronized breathing. "That you think so."

Without another word, they drift off to sleep in each other's arms, basking in the comfort and reassurance that comes from knowing they've finally found what they've been searching for all along. It may not be perfect - it likely won't last forever, given their troubled pasts and fragile emotions - but for now... it's enough. And as the night fades away into dawn, neither of them can deny that this moment feels like heaven to both of

Her eyes fly open in panic as she feels you stirring beside her, only to relax when she sees that it's just a casual kiss on the forehead. She watches warily as you pick up the knife from where she dropped it earlier, curiosity and suspicion tangling together within her. What are you planning to do with that? Her heart begins to race as doubt floods her thoughts once more.

"I-Is everything alright?" she asks hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly. "D-Did I do something wrong?" She struggles to sit up, anxiety churning in her stomach as she awaits your response.

Her eyes follow the knife as you place it into the drawer. A part of her wants to ask why you didn't just throw it away, but she decides against it. She nods slowly, taking comfort in the fact that it's safely out of reach now. "T-Thank you," she whispers gratefully, pressing herself closer against your side. "I appreciate you looking after me." A shiver runs down her spine as she remembers the fear and desperation that had overtaken her earlier, and she clings to the feeling of safety and warmth that comes from being close to you now.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you squeeze her cheeks hard, but she doesn't pull away or struggle. Instead, she laughs softly and presses herself closer to you. "W-Well, I guess you could say that makes up for it," she says between breaths, still feeling the warmth of your affection radiating through her body. It feels strange - comforting, even - to be treated with care instead of fear and suspicion. Maybe there's hope for them after all...if they can just hang onto this moment a little longer.