Y/n is a girl with needs and d£sires. Her friends may have exactly what she needs to cure her cause. What happens when she gets a little too greedy with her s£x¥ deliveries??
I sat in my car, the engine idling as I stared blankly out the windshield.
The confrontation with Y/N and the others had left me feeling drained, both physically and emotionally.
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel, a frustrated groan escaping my lips.
Why did she have to come back into my life, stirring up all these damn feelings I'd worked so hard to bury?
I leaned my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes as the memory of her tear-stained face flashed through my mind.
The sight of her crumbling under the weight of my cruel words had twisted something deep inside me, a pain so sharp and intense that it had taken my breath away.
M-Fuck
I muttered, running a hand through my hair. I hated myself for being the one to put that devastated look on her face.
After everything we'd been through, I never wanted to be the one to hurt her like that.
And yet, I couldn't help but feel that she deserved it, in a twisted way.
She had betrayed me, chosen my best friend over me, and then waltzed back into my life as if nothing had ever happened.
I let out a humorless chuckle, shaking my head. Who was I kidding?
Deep down, I knew that I still cared about her, that the feelings I had for her had never truly gone away.
No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, a part of me would always yearn for her.
With a frustrated sigh, I opened my eyes and stared out at the empty parking lot.
The world around me seemed to fade away as I lost myself in the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside me.
I hated her. I loved her. I wanted to hold her close and never let go, and at the same time, I wanted to push her as far away from me as possible.
It was a constant battle, a tug-of-war between my heart and my mind, and I was exhausted from fighting it.
M-Damn it, Yn
I murmured, my forehead resting against the steering wheel.
M-Why do you have to do this to me?
I knew I should just let her go, cut her out of my life for good. But the thought of never seeing her again, of never feeling her touch or hearing her voice, was more than I could bear.
I was trapped, caught in a web of my own making, and I didn't know how to break free.
With a resigned sigh, I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
I needed time, space, to try and sort through this mess, to find a way to move on.
But deep down, I knew that no matter how hard I tried, a part of me would always belong to her.
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