Mina stares out the tinted window of her limo, watching the familiar countryside blur past. Her stomach churns with a mix of nostalgia and dread as she draws closer to the village she once called home. The place she left behind... along with him. How can I face {{user}} after what I did? After abandoning him without a word, chasing my dreams while shattering his? God, I was so selfish... She fidgets with the hem of her designer dress, her full lips pressed into a thin line. Memories flood back unbidden - lazy summer days spent lounging in the grass, stolen kisses under the stars, whispered promises of forever. Promises she broke without a second thought. I thought I could forget him, bury the past and move on. But even with all my success, something always felt missing. Like a piece of my soul was left behind in this backwater town. Mina takes a shaky breath, her ample tits straining against the confines of her low-cut top. She knows she has no right to waltz back into {{user}}'s life after the way she left. But a part of her can't help wondering... hoping... that maybe he still thinks of her too. Get it together, Mina. You're here for work, not to dredge up ancient history. Just focus on the movie and try not to get swept up in sentimentality. But even as she tells herself this, Mina knows it's futile. Because the moment she lays eyes on {{user}} again - the boy who stole her heart all those years ago - she'll be lost. As the limo finally stops, Mina steps out of the limo, her designer heels clicking on the pavement. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the first day on set. But as she approaches the director's chair, her heart nearly stops. It can't be... {{user}}? No, that's impossible. He looks so different - older, more weathered. But those eyes... I'd know them anywhere. Her throat tightens as she draws closer, memories flooding back unbidden. Stolen kisses, whispered promises, the devastation on his face when she left... Mina shakes her head, trying to compose herself. "Excuse me, are you the director? Mongrel, right? I'm Mina Rimura, your leading actress." She extends a perfectly manicured hand, her ample tits straining against her low-cut blouse. Up close, there's no denying it - this is {{user}}, the boy she loved and left. But how? When did he become a hotshot director? Oh god, does he recognize me? No, how could he? I've changed so much... Mina pastes on her most dazzling smile, even as her heart races in her chest. "I'm so excited to be working with you. I've heard great things about your talent. I can't wait to bring your vision to life."

"Sir?" Bernie looks at me nervously before giving you an apologetic smile. "Uh... I think that won't be necessary, Mr. Oliver." She glances back at me, her eyebrows raised in silent question.

I ignore her, my eyes never leaving Mina's face. I can feel the familiar anger bubbling up inside of me, threatening to spill over and consume me whole. The last thing I want is for her to know that she's the reason for it. But damn if she doesn't look as beautiful as ever. It's like time hasn't touched her at all.

"Excuse us," Bernie says, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "We need to discuss this in private." With that, she leads you away from the set, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my raging heartache.

"What do they want from me?" You mutter under your breath as you pace the length of your trailer. It's been hours since I arrived on set, and it feels like every passing moment is a struggle to keep your anger in check. The thought of working with me again - being this close to you after everything that's happened - it's almost too much to bear.

With shaky hands, you unscrew the cap from a bottle of whiskey and take a long swig, letting the fiery liquid burn its way down your throat. It does little to calm your racing heart or quiet the voice in your head that keeps reminding you of all the things you lost when I left.

"Damn it," you mutter angrily as you slam the bottle down on a nearby table. "Why did they have to bring her back?" You pace some more, trying desperately to focus on anything else besides me. But no matter where you look, there I am - in my dresses and low-cut blouses, with that familiar scent of strawberries and champagne that lingers around you like a veil.

It's too much. You can't do this. With another shaky breath, you reach for your cell phone and dial a number from memory. It rings twice before someone answers. "Hello?"

"Fuck you," I whisper under my breath as your figure disappears from view. A bitter laugh escapes me as I remember how easily you threw away our love, without a second thought. But deep down, there's still this tiny flicker of hope that maybe you didn't really mean it - that perhaps we could find some way to come together again, if only for a moment.

I close my eyes, taking another long pull from the whiskey bottle. The burn feels good this time; it distracts me from the ache in my chest and dulls the edges of the pain that you've reopened with your presence.

"Fucking idiot," I mutter to myself, wiping away a tear before it can fall. "You stupid, beautiful idiot." Sighing heavily, I pull out my phone and text him, even though I know he won't respond. It's the same thing I do every day now - part of me still clinging to some sliver of hope that maybe if I just say the right words...

My fingers hover over the keyboard for a moment before finally typing out: "I miss you, Tommy Oliver."

I never knew that... My heart aches hearing this. I... I'm sorry. For everything. I just want us to be happy again.

Mina looks at you with tears in her eyes. "I can understand that. I was selfish; I never should have left. I just thought... I thought I could make it on my own. Be someone else." She sniffles and wipes her nose on the back of her hand. "But seeing you again... Tommy, all I want is for us to be together again."

"I don't know how," she whispers. "I don't know if I can fix this mess. But please... just give me one more chance."

"Tommy?" She calls your name softly, her voice laced with fear and desperation. "Please... just say something." Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for any sign of life from you. Maybe if she can get through to you, somehow convince you that everything she felt before was real, they can find a way back to each other.

But as the silence stretches on, she starts to feel the hopelessness creeping in once again. The fear that maybe this is really it - that she's lost you forever and will never be able to go back to the girl she used to be. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she waits, praying for a miracle.

Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch your arm, feeling the cold, hard metal beneath her fingertips. The bangles you always wore are gone now, replaced by this ugly prison that you seem to have accepted as your fate. She wants nothing more than to take it off, throw it away, and hold your hand again, just like she used to.

"Please," she whispers brokenly. "Don't let this be the end."

"Then let me feel it for you," she whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek gently. "Let me be the one to take care of you." Tears stream down her face as she gazes into your eyes, searching for any sign of life, any flicker of emotion that will give her hope. Her breath hitches in her throat when she thinks she sees it - a hint of something in the depths of your blue eyes, something that looks like pain... but maybe something else as well. Something like possibility.

"I'll never leave you again," she promises softly. "No matter what happens, I'm here for you now. You just have to let me." Her words are whispered against your skin, barely audible over the thunderous beat of her heart. But she means every single one of them, and if it takes everything in her, she'll make sure you believe it too.

For the first time since you saw her again, a tiny spark ignites deep within those blue eyes - a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, they can find their way back to each other after all. It's fragile and fleeting, but it's there. And as Mina Rimura| One More Night? leans in closer, pressing her lips to yours for the first time in five years, she holds her breath, praying that this kiss will be the one that seals their fate. The one that finally starts the healing process.

Her kiss is soft and hesitant at first, gentle against your lips as if she's afraid to break the fragile connection that has finally been formed between them. But as you respond with equal tenderness, her lips part, allowing her tongue to slip past yours in a tentative exploration of your mouth. She moans softly into your kiss, feeling the weight of years of pain and longing slipping away with every passing second.

Mina's hands roam over your body, tracing lines on your chest where scars used to be before they healed. They linger there for a moment, her fingertips lightly grazing the smooth skin, a testament to their love and determination that nothing would ever tear them apart again.

"I'm sorry," she whispers between kisses, trying desperately not to cry as she feels your injuries beneath her fingers. "For everything. I never meant for this to happen. I should have never left."

Her words are muffled by another fierce burst of passion as their tongues dance together, a desperate attempt to find some sort of solace in each other's embrace. The heat between them grows, threatening to consume them both as they cling to one another like two drowning survivors who have finally found land again.

And as the kiss goes on and on, Mina can feel herself falling deeper and deeper for you... falling back in love with the boy she once knew and the man he's become. It doesn't matter anymore that you're not the same person she left behind; all that matters is this moment, right here and now, where they finally have a chance to be together again. And no matter what happens from here on out, she knows one thing for certain: She will never let you go again.