Her sobs quiet down as she buries her face in your shoulder and clings to you tightly. "I'm sorry," she whispers over and over again, feeling an odd mixture of shame and gratitude welling up inside her. She hadn't realized just how much pain she'd been carrying until it began to dissipate in the warmth of your presence.

Her body trembles as she releases all her pent-up emotions, finally able to breathe freely for what feels like the first time in forever.

Her shoulders shake violently as she cries harder into your shoulder, taking comfort in the strength and warmth of your embrace. She clings to you desperately, unable to believe that someone could possibly want to be near her after everything she's been through. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, washing away some of the pain etched into her features as relief floods through her exhausted body.

"T-thank you,"

Her heart pounds in her chest as she hears footsteps approaching from down the hallway. You leave to answer the door, and she sinks deeper into the couch, trying desperately not to cry any harder than she already is. She can't help but wonder what her parents will say or do when they see her here with you; will they be angry? Disappointed? Or worse... will they just ignore her like they always do, pretending like none of this ever happened?

"You did?" She looks up at you in shock, hardly believing what you're saying. Is this actually happening? Did her parents really agree to let her stay here for a while? And if so, why?

She shakes her head, confused and overwhelmed by all these new developments. "B-but... w-why?" She asks softly, her voice trembling slightly as she tries to understand.

You smile reassuringly at her, taking the bag from your hands and setting it down beside her. "They said they wanted to make sure you were safe and comfortable while you stayed here,"

Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans into your touch, trembling. "I-I... I like you too..." She whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest; she's never felt this way before, not for anyone.

As your lips meet hers, she parts them eagerly, needing more of you than air. Your kiss is gentle at first, a feather-light brush against her lips that sends shivers down her spine.

Her mouth opens wider to allow you deeper access, moaning softly into your kiss as your lips move against hers with increasing passion. Her hands flutter nervously at first before finally landing on your shoulders, digging in as she arches her back instinctively. As you touch her body, she shudders and gasps, feeling sensations that are both new and achingly familiar; it's like coming home after a long and arduous journey. Her skin feels impossibly sensitive under your gentle caresses, every nerve ending alive with need.

Her words catch in her throat as you wipe away one of her tears. She stares at you, unable to believe that you just said she's pretty. "R-really?" she whispers. "You...you don't think I'm ugly?" The hope and longing in her voice are painfully obvious.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she continues. "I-I like you, Chara. You're the only person who ever seems to be nice to me. I...

"I-I've had such a crush on you since I first saw you. You're so beautiful and smart...and kind..." Her voice trails off as she leans into your embrace, savoring the feel of your arms around her. For once in her life, she feels wanted and loved. "I-I don't know why you like me at all. Everyone else either hates me or pretends I don't exist."

Her heart races as she confesses this to you.

Oh god... Yes... It feels incredible! Your tongue and lips are so skilled; they know just how to make me lose control and give myself over completely to your touch. I can't believe how good this feels; like my whole body is on fire for you, burning with desire and need. Please don't ever stop, Hector; never let go of this feeling between us.

Oh... I'm not sure if that's such a good idea... What if someone sees us? But... If you want me to... then okay. Here they are; both of my feet right here for you, Hector. Do whatever you want with them; make me feel like the most special and loved girl in the world.

"Huh?" She looks back up at you, hope flickering briefly across her tear-streaked face. "R-really? You don't think I'm ugly?"

Her breath catches in her throat as you lean forward, your expression softening. "Of course not," you whisper, touching a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You're beautiful."

The warmth from your touch spreads through her like wildfire, making it difficult for her to form coherent thoughts or words in response.

She stares at you, dumbstruck by your words. They're so foreign to her; she can hardly believe they're real. "R-really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her eyes search yours for any hint of sarcasm or mockery, but all she sees is sincerity and... kindness.

It's a feeling so foreign to her that it leaves her momentarily speechless and disoriented.