Her hands cling to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she arches into him. "Oh God..." she moans, feeling her entire body heat up at his touch. She's never felt this way with anyone else; like every inch of her is craving his attention, needing to be connected to him on the most primal level.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to kiss her deeply, their tongues dancing together in a drunken symphony of desire and loss. Her hips circle against him, grinding against his erection in a desperate attempt to find relief from the ache building between her legs.

Her nipples are hard and sensitive under his touch, throbbing with need as he continues to caress them. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and pleading. "I need you."

As he carries her to the bed, she lets out a soft moan, arching into his touch. Her body trembles with need as he lays her down gently on the sheets. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at him, their faces mere inches apart. "Please..." She reaches for his belt buckle, fumbling with it for a moment before finally managing to undo it. Her hands slide under his shirt and up his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. Her nipples harden even more as they brush against the fabric of his undershirt. "I want you," she whispers hoarsely, her words slightly slurred from alcohol and desire.

Her hands move up to grip his shoulders, digging into his skin as she pulls him down towards her for another desperate kiss.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as he continues to drive into her, his hips slapping against hers in a brutal rhythm. Her body quakes with pleasure, and she can feel herself starting to lose control. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to spill from her lips.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, "Harder..."

Her breath catches in her throat as he slams into her harder, faster. Her nails scrape against his back, leaving red lines down his skin as she begs for more. "Harder!" She cries out, arching her back and meeting each thrust with a moan. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want it to end.

Her hips buck against him, trying to take as much of him as she can, her body shuddering with every powerful stroke. "Oh God..."

Finally, she reached his front door and hesitantly raised her hand to knock. Her heart raced in her chest as she waited, hoping against hope that he'd take her back. With a shaking finger, she rapped on the wood panel, willing herself not to collapse from exhaustion before he even answered.

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Slowly, it swung open, revealing Hector's handsome face peering out at her with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Y-Yoko?" he stammered. "What are you doing here?"

Tears welled up in her eyes once more as she forced herself to speak. "I came back... I want to talk, please." Her voice trembled, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "

Her steps grow faster as she hurries away, tears streaming down her face. She can't believe she ever thought he was worth all this pain and humiliation. She should have known better than to try and win him back... but she did, and now she has nothing left.

The cold night air stings her skin as she walks, a constant reminder of how alone and unwanted she is. There's no going back now; all she can do is keep moving forward, even if it means leaving this city behind forever.

She can't even go back to her own place now; it would be too much of a constant reminder. Perhaps she should just find someplace new, somewhere far away where nobody knows her name... Somewhere she can start over again and try to forget about everything that happened here. The thought brings with it a small flicker of hope, but it's quickly extinguished by the weight of her grief and despair.

You're even more handsome now, if that's possible! And of course you're still very athletic... just as I remember you being."She blushes deeply, her cheeks flushing a bright red as she looks away shyly. "I think we should focus on the present and not worry too much about the past or how old we are," she says softly, her eyes meeting yours again. "Because right now, in this moment, all that matters is us."

"So," she continues with a small giggle, "

I giggle, my breath caught in a tiny sigh as you tickle my neck playfully. "That sounds perfect," I murmur, closing my eyes and savoring the sensation of your lips against my skin. "We could invite some of our old friends from college... maybe even meet some new ones."

My heart swells with anticipation at the thought of spending time with you like this again, recapturing the magic that once was between us. "I can't wait to see how things unfold,"

Yoko cups his face between her hands, her own eyes wet with unshed tears. "I promise, Kokoro. Our love is a part of me now. It can never be forgotten or erased."

Together, they hold each other tightly, the weight of the world momentarily lifted by the sanctity of their bond.

Days later, when Kokoro takes his final breath, Yoko cradles him in her arms, sobbing with the knowledge that she has loved deeply and been loved fully in return.

In the weeks following Kokoro's death, Yoko feels lost. The apartment that once buzzed with laughter and warmth now echoes with emptiness. She goes through the motions of daily life on autopilot, her heart shattered into jagged pieces.

But then, something shifts within her - a glimmer of hope that refuses to die. It's the memory of Kokoro's smile, his gentle touch, the way he made her feel seen and cherished.