She didn't count the times she fought herself, her urge to call him, talk to him and make up to him. Try and fix everything.

She misses him. Terribly.

And it's even worse in the first few days, holding her phone close to her with shaky hands and in the verge of clicking the call button of his phone number.

To avoid this kind of trajedia she decided to block him in all of her SNS and distanced herself to any kind of electronics.

After cleaning up everything, Louise sets up the futon near the portable heater and covered herself with the thick sheets.

The little sharp tinges of cold envelopes her in the quiet of the night. This is the time of the day that she suffers more under the battles of her own thoughts. That every time she closed her eyes the images of him was still clear as day, the feeling of his hot breath in her neck and his naked warm body pressed next to hers.

She will not escape him. Ever.

Her body is aching for him and the cold weather even made it worse.

She fishes out the Iroha Zen she's been hiding under her pillow. It became her favorite toy now that one thing she learned about being single is that she needs to be responsible of her own pleasure from now on.

So, it's going to be a plastic pee pee from now on huh?

She put it between her thighs.

"Think about those guys you saw in a Cosmopolitan magazine. Those bulging muscles and jaws, sharp enough it could stab your neighbor."

But all she could see is a slim, pale body and a sweaty, thick, black hair falling in her face. A voice gasping and moaning her name as he fastens his hip thrusts.

She got up abruptly.

What the fuck?

Her heart is beating a little faster and she's a little wet down there now.

"This is not happening" she gasped, shaking her head. "This is not acceptable. I'm not masturbating into that El diablo, not in a million years, not in a millennium."

She took a deep breath, calming herself.

"Okay from the start!"

She pushed whatever buttons she could find there and it turned on. It's body spinning ready to drill her coochie. She can't believe how technology had advanced now; she can use it to cure her loneliness temporarily in just one click.

She put it again between her legs, shifting her imagination to those shirtless guys in a fashion magazine when a knock came, startling the shit out of her.

"WHAT?!" She got up furiously. Who would be disturbing her in the middle of her extravaganza?

She doesn't remember expecting any visitors but she thought that maybe it was just her landlady. She's coming over a little more lately to help her pack up and now, she really came in the right moment and time.

She swings open the door.

"What—" Her body freezes in the spot. The person standing in front of her was not her landlady but the one that she least expecting.

Ojiro Korishima.

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