THIS IS A NEW ORIGINAL STORY. PARTS FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE AND PARTS FROM THE IMAGINATION OF THE AUTHOR! She sat naked under the shower, her tears mingling with the cold water that cascades down her back! She won, but was it worth it? He came back to her, was it pride that pushed him away? She thought she lost it all before, but was it only now that she lost it all? Victory is not winning! There's no celebration! There's no shout of hoorays! There's no pops of champagne bottles! No she lost! He lost! The one person that mattered, all for a easy fuck! The first time it was never ending guilt and so was the second and the third time, but by the fourth time, it was easier inspite of the guilt. She doesn't want all that she's won and he's determined to win her back, because there is one thing she lost that only he could repair and now he will work towards repairing that which he broke! He couldn't stay away! He had too see her. He needed her more than he did before, but what he saw in a bathroom floor, broke more. He did this to the only girl he loves.