InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Stage ❯ Chapter One, A Brief Introduction to Kagome Higurashi ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: dmgreenwitch 
contains a lemon
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.22.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
contains a lemon
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.22.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
I haven't written a lot of things like this in the past, so forgive me if the lemons are a little amateurish. This is a Kag/Inu fic, with some San/Mir thrown in for good measure. It's meant to be fairly short, and forgive me if the characters seem a little OOC, I'm trying. Otherwise, please read and review. I always love constructive criticism.
Warning: This story is rated NC-17 for a reason. There will be many sex scenes and a lot of language in this story. If you are under seventeen, please do not read this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of it's characters. I am only inspired by them.
The music pulsed and a strobe blinked at twice the speed of the beat. Hundreds of bodies throbbed in time with the music. The club smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Nobody seemed to mind.
A women in her early twenties stood smoking at the bar. She wore a pair of dark jeans that were tight in all the right places, and a red top that looked more like a piece of cloth draped over her breasts and tied on with three strings across her back and one halter around her neck; there was a matching navel ring. Kagome took a final drag of her cigarette before extinguishing it in a glass ashtray. The bartender passed her a gin and tonic with a twist which she promptly began sipping, facing the crowd. She scanned the dancing patrons for her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend-or more precisely, her former roommate and her roommate's future roommate. Sango was moving out tomorrow, to move in with her boyfriend Miroku. They were inseparable. Sango wouldn't be coming home that night.
Kagome lit another cigarette and gave up her search. She knew her roommate would not be coming home that night. As relieved as she was to have graduated earlier that day, Kagome couldn't shake the feeling of melancholy moving over her. At the moment, a part-time job at a coffee shop and a degree in English didn't seem to be too promising. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and everyone was moving on but her.
Someone in a red t-shirt sat down on the stool to her left and ordered a beer. It took a second for Kagome to register that when he'd said, "It's no fun to drink alone," he was speaking to her. When she did finally acknowledge him, she liked what she saw. He was tall, about her age, and had his long black hair plaited down his back. He wore jeans and a red t-shirt. He was gorgeous and familiar in a tantalizing yet comforting way.
Kagome gave him a demure smile and said, "Did you have something in mind?"
"Let me buy you a drink?" he motioned to her mostly empty gin and tonic.
"I've already had three, and I have a low alcohol tolerance; do you really want me that drunk?"
"Hold on, I'll catch up," the man said, before finishing off his beer and ordering a couple shots of whiskey. Those he drank swiftly, before lighting another cigarette for her. "Now will you let me buy you a drink?"
"How will I get home?" she asked, knowing that the alcohol was getting to her more than it should have.
"My apartment's about a block away, you wouldn't have to worry about it." He lit a cigarette for himself, the epitome of cool.
"That's about the worst pickup line I've ever heard," she laughed.
"But did it work?"
"How about you buy me that drink." She exhaled her smoke at him, casting a doubtful expression, even though they both knew where they would end up.
After a couple more drinks, the man lead Kagome to the dance floor where they danced rather closely for two people that had just met. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her completely against him, grinding their hips together. Kagome responded in kind, pushing into the growing bulge in his pants. She grinned in satisfaction and continued to push against him. She could feel his breath against her left ear, his tongue playing with the hoop in her cartilage. His left hand held her against him while his right traveled up her hip and grazed the hem of her top where her belly showed. The caress elicited a breathless groan.
"Do you wanna go?" he whispered.
She nodded in kind and pulled him off the dance floor by the hand.
After a five minute walk in the moonless night, he shut and locked his apartment door behind him and started kissing her fiercely. She let herself be guided by him to the queen sized bed, which was surprisingly close to the door.
All other thoughts left her mind as he slid her shirt over her head and began to immediately suckle her right breast earnestly. She worked his fly while he continued his pleasuring.
Her blood was rushing in and out of her head and her thoughts pulsed. Her mind swam but she continued stripping the man on top of her. She noted that he was in very good shape, and especially that he was rather well-in-dowd.
They were both naked within the minute. He traced a finger up Kagome's leg, snaking from her toe to her core and quickly pushed it inside her wetness. She hissed and bucked, but then began rocking into him. He moved his finger in and out deftly, adding another finger, and then another. She squirmed under his touch, feeling orgasm was close. She balled sheets from the unmade bed in her hands, panting. His shaft was becoming painfully hard from watching her, and the alcoholic lust was too difficult to control, even though he wanted to pleasure her.
Much to Kagome's disappointment he removed his fingers prior to her orgasm and pushed her to the head of the bed. There he spread her legs to their breaking point and plunged himself inside her. Kagome's legs locked around his waist on reflex as he began to pound her. She moaned and panted loudly as the bed rocked in time with them. The pressure was building in her abdomen and she dug her nails into his back, begging for release. The pain made him thrust more powerfully and there was a rush of warmth as they both came unexpectedly. He kept thrusting until every drop had been squeezed out of him.
She was nearly screaming in pleasure, and he didn't want to stop. He rolled over, pulling Kagome with him. She was still panting, not quite recovered from the orgasm. She sat up to pull herself from around his dick. He grabbed her wrist and shook his head. Kagome gasped when he started to thrust into her with the same force as before. He was still hard. She started rocking against him once again, sitting up and leaning back to force him deeper.
Her breasts were prominently arched, with pert nipples begging for attention. He grabbed each breast roughly and let her take control of the rhythm. Kagome rode him with rough precision, causing him to pant and moan. She smiled in satisfaction and slowed her work, sliding herself slowly up and down his cock, running her breasts over his chest as she went. A muffled groan came from his mouth and Kagome rocked back on him hard and came off slowly, and then back hard again. He shuddered and she did it again, relishing how his slick warm skin felt inside her. She could tell he would come soon, and let him take over, knowing from last time that his enthusiasm would bring her along as well. He rammed himself into her hard and fast until he felt her release violently, triggering his own orgasm. He let her ride hers out, milking him dry in the process.
He allowed her a moment's recovery to lay down beside him. He traced his index finger up and down her sweaty torso. She tingled where he touched her, and her breathing still was not normal.
"Are you done for the night?" she asked.
"Not quite," he said, massaging a breast.
"Good," she breathed, leaning in to kiss him violently.
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Sango came home to an empty apartment the next morning. She had expected to find Kagome fixing breakfast for the two of them, or maybe even getting some of Sango's things ready to go, but after a thorough search of the place, it was evident that Kagome was indeed not there. Hoping that her friend had run to the store or something, Sango dialed Kagome's phone, and began to gather the last few items she hadn't packed yet.
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A phone was ringing, how could anyone mistake that annoying Nokia tone. Kagome groaned and rolled over, snuggling into the warm comforter. She reached for the small stuffed dog she slept with every night only to find a pillow in it's place. Finding that odd Kagome forced her eyes open to an unfamiliar gray room with a large, uncurtained picture window opposite her. It smelled like Naga champa. Kagome stood up, wrapping the red comforter around herself and looked outside with a good rub of the eyes. She was downtown, only a block or so away from where the club was.
She spun around the room to see that it was a small room with an opening to a small living room. She went to investigate, and found it a neat place with a suede-like sofa and red walls. There was a TV in the corner. A kitchen was around the next corner, sparse though it was. She followed that and found herself back in the bedroom. Only this time she noticed a door to her left that led to a bathroom, which she silently praised god for.
Something was written on the mirror. At first she thought it was a to-do list or something, probably because that's where Sango wrote things like that. But when she began to read, she saw it was a note for her.
Thanks for last night. Sorry I had to run, but I gotta work. Leave your number somewhere and I'll give you a call tonight.
-Yash
"Yash?" Kagome asked as she sat herself down in the middle of the bathroom. She didn't know anybody named Yash...or anything like it. Slowly though, as she sat there, the hazy memory of the night past consumed her like the incense in the air. Fuck. She had fucked this Yash guy senseless in a more-or-less drunken stupor. Fuck, was all that was in her mind as she searched for the clock, and then fuck again when she saw that it was near ten, and she was supposed to meet Sango at nine-thirty. Perhaps that was who called?
Shit! Her phone. Kagome dashed back into the room and reached for her discarded jeans. Her phone read one missed call, from Sango. Quickly Kagome called her back, saying that she was sorry she was late, and that she'd be back in ten minutes. She said nothing of where she was or why she was there.
Kagome took quick advantage of Yash's toilet and pulled a red hoodie out of a pile of clothes in the corner she thought might come in handy. Her shirt wasn't exactly appropriate cool, spring morning attire after all.
She jogged the mile between Yash's place and her own, and made it just a couple minutes after she said she would. Sango was sipping coffee, sitting out on the balcony that faced campus. She didn't face Kagome as she came through the window, but simply asked how her night was.
"He obviously doesn't live very far from here, does he," Sango said.
"No, just a few blocks over, in downtown."
"So, tell me about him," Sango was smiling.
Kagome was slightly ashamed. She didn't really do things like this often-only once before, and she'd never seen the guy again. She knew Sango didn't approve. She and Miroku were monogamous, and have never slept with anyone else. Kagome somehow doubted that on Miroku's part, but he swore up and down that he'd never slept with another girl beside Sango.
"Well," Kagome began, pausing to light her cigarette, "he's gorgeous, and an amazing fuck. His name is Yash, he likes red," she motioned to the hoody. "And that's about all I know."
"Yash?"
"Do you know him?" Kagome asked, remembering she'd forgotten to leave her number like he'd asked. Perhaps it was for the best.
"I think I've heard the name before, but I don't remember, could be anyone."
There was silence between the two girls for the next few minutes. When Kagome flicked her cigarette butt over the balcony, Sango spoke again. "So, was he like a get over Kouga fuck, or just a fun night fuck? Or, maybe you're next roommate?"
"I wasn't even thinking about Kouga when I went with him. He was just so intoxicating Sango. Thinking about it…It makes me want to see him again. I really think I would like to."
"Well," Sango smiled, "just be careful Kagome. You worry the shit out of me when you do stuff like that."
"Thanks," They smiled at each other, the tension passing. "Have you eaten yet?"
"We still have my bacon and eggs in the fridge?" Kagome nodded and the friends headed inside. A few minutes later Miroku showed up with a truck he'd rented to bring Sango's things over to his place.
The couple met when Kagome and Sango started at the University. Sango was a freshmen journalism major with a minor in religious studies. Miroku was a senior religious studies major. Since then, Miroku became a TA, working on his masters, and then maybe a doctorate after that. With the advent of his new job at Borders, he finally found a decent place to live, because he lived in a shit hole before. With that, it was only obvious that Sango would move in with him, and Kagome would either have to find another place or another roommate. However, there was still three months on this place's lease, and Kagome really liked this apartment. So, she'd placed an ad the week before, advertising a room for rent. She hadn't heard anything yet, since most people were either leaving for the summer, or already had a place to stay.
After greeting Sango with a chaste kiss, Miroku plopped down at the kitchen table and began helping himself to the bacon and eggs. Kagome sighed and took an apple from the refrigerator. The eggs she might have eaten, if there had been any left. The bacon, however, was off limits. Besides an allergy to pork, Kagome ate no meat.
"Oh hey, Kagome. I stopped by the bookstore this morning to make sure my shift was covered, and I got to talking to the guy who was taking the shift about what was going on. Evidently his lease is about up and he's in the market for a new place. I gave him your number."
"Thanks, I haven't heard anything about it yet."
"He's a nice guy-hanyou, but totally harmless."
Sango snorted as she shoveled some eggs into her mouth. "After Kouga, a half demon should be no problem. He's a dog demon isn't he babe?"
Miroku nodded. "He'd be good to have around. I really like him actually."
"Well, why don't you move in with him and leave me Sango."
Miroku laughed as he brought the dishes to the sink. "Oh no you don't, I don't care how much you beg, you aren't depriving me of this luscious ass every night." He scooted over and grabbed Sango's bottom. She promptly turned around and smacked him across the face with a shrill, "Miroku!"
Kagome smiled outwardly as she left the two to clean up their breakfast mess. She headed out to the balcony for another cigarette before moving her best friend out of the apartment. That and the memory of the guy she'd probably just lost forever made her fill more lonely than she could remember feeling in a long time.
I'll attempt to update weekly, but forgive me if I don't. I am a student that works pretty much full time as well. Please let me know what you think! Thanks!
--dmgreenwitch
Warning: This story is rated NC-17 for a reason. There will be many sex scenes and a lot of language in this story. If you are under seventeen, please do not read this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of it's characters. I am only inspired by them.
The music pulsed and a strobe blinked at twice the speed of the beat. Hundreds of bodies throbbed in time with the music. The club smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Nobody seemed to mind.
A women in her early twenties stood smoking at the bar. She wore a pair of dark jeans that were tight in all the right places, and a red top that looked more like a piece of cloth draped over her breasts and tied on with three strings across her back and one halter around her neck; there was a matching navel ring. Kagome took a final drag of her cigarette before extinguishing it in a glass ashtray. The bartender passed her a gin and tonic with a twist which she promptly began sipping, facing the crowd. She scanned the dancing patrons for her roommate and her roommate's boyfriend-or more precisely, her former roommate and her roommate's future roommate. Sango was moving out tomorrow, to move in with her boyfriend Miroku. They were inseparable. Sango wouldn't be coming home that night.
Kagome lit another cigarette and gave up her search. She knew her roommate would not be coming home that night. As relieved as she was to have graduated earlier that day, Kagome couldn't shake the feeling of melancholy moving over her. At the moment, a part-time job at a coffee shop and a degree in English didn't seem to be too promising. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and everyone was moving on but her.
Someone in a red t-shirt sat down on the stool to her left and ordered a beer. It took a second for Kagome to register that when he'd said, "It's no fun to drink alone," he was speaking to her. When she did finally acknowledge him, she liked what she saw. He was tall, about her age, and had his long black hair plaited down his back. He wore jeans and a red t-shirt. He was gorgeous and familiar in a tantalizing yet comforting way.
Kagome gave him a demure smile and said, "Did you have something in mind?"
"Let me buy you a drink?" he motioned to her mostly empty gin and tonic.
"I've already had three, and I have a low alcohol tolerance; do you really want me that drunk?"
"Hold on, I'll catch up," the man said, before finishing off his beer and ordering a couple shots of whiskey. Those he drank swiftly, before lighting another cigarette for her. "Now will you let me buy you a drink?"
"How will I get home?" she asked, knowing that the alcohol was getting to her more than it should have.
"My apartment's about a block away, you wouldn't have to worry about it." He lit a cigarette for himself, the epitome of cool.
"That's about the worst pickup line I've ever heard," she laughed.
"But did it work?"
"How about you buy me that drink." She exhaled her smoke at him, casting a doubtful expression, even though they both knew where they would end up.
After a couple more drinks, the man lead Kagome to the dance floor where they danced rather closely for two people that had just met. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her completely against him, grinding their hips together. Kagome responded in kind, pushing into the growing bulge in his pants. She grinned in satisfaction and continued to push against him. She could feel his breath against her left ear, his tongue playing with the hoop in her cartilage. His left hand held her against him while his right traveled up her hip and grazed the hem of her top where her belly showed. The caress elicited a breathless groan.
"Do you wanna go?" he whispered.
She nodded in kind and pulled him off the dance floor by the hand.
After a five minute walk in the moonless night, he shut and locked his apartment door behind him and started kissing her fiercely. She let herself be guided by him to the queen sized bed, which was surprisingly close to the door.
All other thoughts left her mind as he slid her shirt over her head and began to immediately suckle her right breast earnestly. She worked his fly while he continued his pleasuring.
Her blood was rushing in and out of her head and her thoughts pulsed. Her mind swam but she continued stripping the man on top of her. She noted that he was in very good shape, and especially that he was rather well-in-dowd.
They were both naked within the minute. He traced a finger up Kagome's leg, snaking from her toe to her core and quickly pushed it inside her wetness. She hissed and bucked, but then began rocking into him. He moved his finger in and out deftly, adding another finger, and then another. She squirmed under his touch, feeling orgasm was close. She balled sheets from the unmade bed in her hands, panting. His shaft was becoming painfully hard from watching her, and the alcoholic lust was too difficult to control, even though he wanted to pleasure her.
Much to Kagome's disappointment he removed his fingers prior to her orgasm and pushed her to the head of the bed. There he spread her legs to their breaking point and plunged himself inside her. Kagome's legs locked around his waist on reflex as he began to pound her. She moaned and panted loudly as the bed rocked in time with them. The pressure was building in her abdomen and she dug her nails into his back, begging for release. The pain made him thrust more powerfully and there was a rush of warmth as they both came unexpectedly. He kept thrusting until every drop had been squeezed out of him.
She was nearly screaming in pleasure, and he didn't want to stop. He rolled over, pulling Kagome with him. She was still panting, not quite recovered from the orgasm. She sat up to pull herself from around his dick. He grabbed her wrist and shook his head. Kagome gasped when he started to thrust into her with the same force as before. He was still hard. She started rocking against him once again, sitting up and leaning back to force him deeper.
Her breasts were prominently arched, with pert nipples begging for attention. He grabbed each breast roughly and let her take control of the rhythm. Kagome rode him with rough precision, causing him to pant and moan. She smiled in satisfaction and slowed her work, sliding herself slowly up and down his cock, running her breasts over his chest as she went. A muffled groan came from his mouth and Kagome rocked back on him hard and came off slowly, and then back hard again. He shuddered and she did it again, relishing how his slick warm skin felt inside her. She could tell he would come soon, and let him take over, knowing from last time that his enthusiasm would bring her along as well. He rammed himself into her hard and fast until he felt her release violently, triggering his own orgasm. He let her ride hers out, milking him dry in the process.
He allowed her a moment's recovery to lay down beside him. He traced his index finger up and down her sweaty torso. She tingled where he touched her, and her breathing still was not normal.
"Are you done for the night?" she asked.
"Not quite," he said, massaging a breast.
"Good," she breathed, leaning in to kiss him violently.
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Sango came home to an empty apartment the next morning. She had expected to find Kagome fixing breakfast for the two of them, or maybe even getting some of Sango's things ready to go, but after a thorough search of the place, it was evident that Kagome was indeed not there. Hoping that her friend had run to the store or something, Sango dialed Kagome's phone, and began to gather the last few items she hadn't packed yet.
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A phone was ringing, how could anyone mistake that annoying Nokia tone. Kagome groaned and rolled over, snuggling into the warm comforter. She reached for the small stuffed dog she slept with every night only to find a pillow in it's place. Finding that odd Kagome forced her eyes open to an unfamiliar gray room with a large, uncurtained picture window opposite her. It smelled like Naga champa. Kagome stood up, wrapping the red comforter around herself and looked outside with a good rub of the eyes. She was downtown, only a block or so away from where the club was.
She spun around the room to see that it was a small room with an opening to a small living room. She went to investigate, and found it a neat place with a suede-like sofa and red walls. There was a TV in the corner. A kitchen was around the next corner, sparse though it was. She followed that and found herself back in the bedroom. Only this time she noticed a door to her left that led to a bathroom, which she silently praised god for.
Something was written on the mirror. At first she thought it was a to-do list or something, probably because that's where Sango wrote things like that. But when she began to read, she saw it was a note for her.
Thanks for last night. Sorry I had to run, but I gotta work. Leave your number somewhere and I'll give you a call tonight.
-Yash
"Yash?" Kagome asked as she sat herself down in the middle of the bathroom. She didn't know anybody named Yash...or anything like it. Slowly though, as she sat there, the hazy memory of the night past consumed her like the incense in the air. Fuck. She had fucked this Yash guy senseless in a more-or-less drunken stupor. Fuck, was all that was in her mind as she searched for the clock, and then fuck again when she saw that it was near ten, and she was supposed to meet Sango at nine-thirty. Perhaps that was who called?
Shit! Her phone. Kagome dashed back into the room and reached for her discarded jeans. Her phone read one missed call, from Sango. Quickly Kagome called her back, saying that she was sorry she was late, and that she'd be back in ten minutes. She said nothing of where she was or why she was there.
Kagome took quick advantage of Yash's toilet and pulled a red hoodie out of a pile of clothes in the corner she thought might come in handy. Her shirt wasn't exactly appropriate cool, spring morning attire after all.
She jogged the mile between Yash's place and her own, and made it just a couple minutes after she said she would. Sango was sipping coffee, sitting out on the balcony that faced campus. She didn't face Kagome as she came through the window, but simply asked how her night was.
"He obviously doesn't live very far from here, does he," Sango said.
"No, just a few blocks over, in downtown."
"So, tell me about him," Sango was smiling.
Kagome was slightly ashamed. She didn't really do things like this often-only once before, and she'd never seen the guy again. She knew Sango didn't approve. She and Miroku were monogamous, and have never slept with anyone else. Kagome somehow doubted that on Miroku's part, but he swore up and down that he'd never slept with another girl beside Sango.
"Well," Kagome began, pausing to light her cigarette, "he's gorgeous, and an amazing fuck. His name is Yash, he likes red," she motioned to the hoody. "And that's about all I know."
"Yash?"
"Do you know him?" Kagome asked, remembering she'd forgotten to leave her number like he'd asked. Perhaps it was for the best.
"I think I've heard the name before, but I don't remember, could be anyone."
There was silence between the two girls for the next few minutes. When Kagome flicked her cigarette butt over the balcony, Sango spoke again. "So, was he like a get over Kouga fuck, or just a fun night fuck? Or, maybe you're next roommate?"
"I wasn't even thinking about Kouga when I went with him. He was just so intoxicating Sango. Thinking about it…It makes me want to see him again. I really think I would like to."
"Well," Sango smiled, "just be careful Kagome. You worry the shit out of me when you do stuff like that."
"Thanks," They smiled at each other, the tension passing. "Have you eaten yet?"
"We still have my bacon and eggs in the fridge?" Kagome nodded and the friends headed inside. A few minutes later Miroku showed up with a truck he'd rented to bring Sango's things over to his place.
The couple met when Kagome and Sango started at the University. Sango was a freshmen journalism major with a minor in religious studies. Miroku was a senior religious studies major. Since then, Miroku became a TA, working on his masters, and then maybe a doctorate after that. With the advent of his new job at Borders, he finally found a decent place to live, because he lived in a shit hole before. With that, it was only obvious that Sango would move in with him, and Kagome would either have to find another place or another roommate. However, there was still three months on this place's lease, and Kagome really liked this apartment. So, she'd placed an ad the week before, advertising a room for rent. She hadn't heard anything yet, since most people were either leaving for the summer, or already had a place to stay.
After greeting Sango with a chaste kiss, Miroku plopped down at the kitchen table and began helping himself to the bacon and eggs. Kagome sighed and took an apple from the refrigerator. The eggs she might have eaten, if there had been any left. The bacon, however, was off limits. Besides an allergy to pork, Kagome ate no meat.
"Oh hey, Kagome. I stopped by the bookstore this morning to make sure my shift was covered, and I got to talking to the guy who was taking the shift about what was going on. Evidently his lease is about up and he's in the market for a new place. I gave him your number."
"Thanks, I haven't heard anything about it yet."
"He's a nice guy-hanyou, but totally harmless."
Sango snorted as she shoveled some eggs into her mouth. "After Kouga, a half demon should be no problem. He's a dog demon isn't he babe?"
Miroku nodded. "He'd be good to have around. I really like him actually."
"Well, why don't you move in with him and leave me Sango."
Miroku laughed as he brought the dishes to the sink. "Oh no you don't, I don't care how much you beg, you aren't depriving me of this luscious ass every night." He scooted over and grabbed Sango's bottom. She promptly turned around and smacked him across the face with a shrill, "Miroku!"
Kagome smiled outwardly as she left the two to clean up their breakfast mess. She headed out to the balcony for another cigarette before moving her best friend out of the apartment. That and the memory of the guy she'd probably just lost forever made her fill more lonely than she could remember feeling in a long time.
I'll attempt to update weekly, but forgive me if I don't. I am a student that works pretty much full time as well. Please let me know what you think! Thanks!
--dmgreenwitch