Fuck you

Hold me and tell me you love me.

Her eyes wander lazily around the dim lit room as she sways her hips, grinding on a stranger whose name she doesn't know. His cold hands grip her hips roughly as he pulls her closer to him and she loses herself in the motion. She's reminded of how he used to dance with her. He wasn't as rough as the stranger behind her, he was gentle and soft, then she realises that she'll never get to feel his touch again.