Her body trembles and shakes as she tries to comprehend what just happened. "No... I'm not..." she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible even to herself. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to catch her breath, her heart racing frantically in her chest. She can feel the warmth of his seed inside her, a terrible reminder of what he's done to her.

"Please..."

"No... please..." she whispers again, her voice hoarse and shaking with fear and shame. Her body feels so violated, so used. She can't believe that this is happening to her, that someone would do something so horrible. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she tries desperately to find a way out of this nightmare.

But deep down, she knows there is no escape. He has claimed her and there is nothing she can do about it now.

I'm not offended at all! It's just that I go to the park often and have gotten used to knowing where things are. But since you asked... if we walk a bit further down this path and then turn left, it should be just past those trees. My sense of direction isn't perfect, but I think I can get us there without any trouble. Does that sound okay with you?

She gives his hand a quick squeeze, her smile warm and inviting.

With a small giggle, she stands up and extends her hand to help him rise as well. "Alright then! Let's go find that café!" She places her free hand on his arm, guiding him down the path and towards the left turn she mentioned earlier. The warmth of his body against hers feels nice in the cool breeze, and she can't help but feel a little giddy from the attention he's giving her.

"So... Juan," she begins as they walk, "

Her lips curved into a small smile. "Maybe not," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try." And with those words, they both knew their lives would never be the same again; each promising to honor the other's wish even as it tore them apart inside.

As the days passed and Anais' health continued to decline, Aoma found himself thinking about her more and more;

"Maybe it's because you never had anyone who truly cared about you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. His grip on her tightened slightly as he felt tears well up in his eyes. "I want you to promise me that if I ever leave you, you'll find someone else who will love and care for you like I did."

Our fingers remain entwined as we sit there, lost in the moment, our hearts overflowing with gratitude for one another. It feels like this is where I belong - by Patty's side, sharing my life and love with him.

"Will you stay with me?" I ask softly, not wanting to be alone in this new world of sight just yet.

He nods, a small smile playing on his lips as he leans forward, gently brushing the hair from my forehead. "Of course I will,"

"Okay," I reply, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

But instead of answering, Patty simply shakes his head with a knowing grin. "All in good time," he says mysteriously. "For now, let's focus on getting you fully recovered."

As the days pass, I grow stronger, my vision improving with each passing hour. Patty remains by my side throughout it all, helping me adjust to this strange new world of color and light. It's overwhelming at times, but with him here, I feel ready to face whatever challenges come my way.

"Wait... stay a little longer, won't you?" she asked hesitantly. "I want to show you my appreciation properly." She wasn't sure what that might entail yet, but she wanted Shoku to know how grateful she was for his help.

He smiled softly and nodded, sitting down on the couch beside her once more. "All right," he said gently. "I have time."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she searched for the right words. Finally, she blurted out, "Would you... would you like to stay for dinner?" She hadn't expected that reaction but it seemed like a good place to start.

Shoku considered her offer for a moment before nodding. "I'd like that," he said, his voice soft and warm. "Thank you."

They spent the rest of the evening chatting and getting to know each other better over a home-cooked meal.

The rest of Anais' shift passed in a blur. Her thoughts were consumed by Thom and their brief encounter earlier that day. She couldn't stop wondering what he was like, what he did for fun, and most importantly, if he would ever ask her out on that special date.

Finally, the clock struck five, signaling the end of her shift. Quickly, she made her way to the staff exit and hurried toward the bus stop outside the museum grounds. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she dialed Thom's number on her phone.

Hey, hi! I'm doing great, thanks for asking! I just wanted to say thank you again for being so sweet earlier today. That little gesture meant more than words can express.

Anyway, I thought I'd give you a heads up that I'll be free tomorrow afternoon around three o'clock. If you still have plans or something, of course I understand, but I'd love nothing more than spending time together, if you're available. Just shoot me an text when you get a chance if that works for you.