[ Ai doesn't need to see herself to know what a mess she must look right now. Her hand is sore and she thinks that when she bathes tonight or tomorrow, she'll see bruises in all the places he touched. Her mark on her neck must be as dark and livid as her command seal and her mouth is puffy and stinging from a bite. She also knows she must be wearing the sort of face an idol like her should ever make — a sweet, melting, utterly love drunk expression. She's seen past the trick of the light now. She knows what he's saying. ]
I know. [ How could she not know? Of course she can't go back from this. She's been so miserably lonely, so needy for anyone to see her and want has as she is with no compromises — now that she has him, of course she could never go back. ] But it's too late for me to try and have regrets, right?
[ Her arms wind around his neck and she hugs him, pressing her face into his hair. She wants to touch him and be touched properly so badly she could cry from needing it. ]
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I know. [ How could she not know? Of course she can't go back from this. She's been so miserably lonely, so needy for anyone to see her and want has as she is with no compromises — now that she has him, of course she could never go back. ] But it's too late for me to try and have regrets, right?
[ Her arms wind around his neck and she hugs him, pressing her face into his hair. She wants to touch him and be touched properly so badly she could cry from needing it. ]
You can't stop here.
[ "So please don't stop." ]