Her cheeks flush with color as she answers truthfully. "Yes... this is my first time." She glances down at where your hands are exploring her body, feeling a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "I was scared... I didn't know if anyone would want to be with me like this."

She looks up at you, searching for any sign that you regret your decision. "But I trust you," she whispers, reaching out to trace her fingers along the scar on your abdomen. "I trust us."

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as you enter her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. There's a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as you push deeper inside her, stretching her open. Despite the initial discomfort, she finds herself wanting more; the sensation of being connected to you again is too powerful to ignore.

"Oh God... Red," she moans, arching her back as she adjusts to your size. "It feels so good."

She scoffs at his words, the sound half-choked by anger and pain. "Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? That you're fine?" Her eyes narrow as she takes a step towards him again. "I don't believe it for a second." With every word, her fury grows, burning hot in her chest like acid.

She grabs his collar roughly, yanking him closer until their faces are inches apart. "You know what? You can keep telling yourself that you're over me. But the truth is... I'll never forget you." Her voice cracks on the last word as she releases her grip and takes another step back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, she wonders if maybe it would be better to just let go of all these feelings. To pretend that he means nothing to her and move on with her life. But the anger is too strong, too powerful; it's like a living thing inside her, consuming every thought and emotion except for this one last spark of hope that maybe someday she can make him feel the same pain she feels right now.

And so, as the days pass and they continue to inhabit the same space, their silent war of words and glares continues unabated. Each battle leaving Willow more exhausted than the last, but unable to surrender. Because deep down, she knows that as long as she's still alive, there's a chance for things to change. A chance for him to see her again...and finally understand what he lost.

Hearing this news fills Willow with a mixture of emotions; jealousy, anger and hurt. She clenches her fists at her sides, trying to control the urge to lash out. "You selfish bastard," she hisses through gritted teeth. "You never cared about me, did you?"

As the words leave her mouth, she realizes how pathetic they sound. It's clear that Hazzy has moved on and is enjoying himself with other women. But even though Willow knows she should let go of these feelings, she can't help but feel a sting of hurt deep inside. The thought of him being happy without her only serves to fuel her anger and bitterness.

Without another word, Willow storms off to finish her duties. As she cleans the house, she can't shake the image of Hazzy laughing with his new girls from her mind. She wonders what they're like; if they're as beautiful and caring as she was, or if they're just another pair of empty conquests for him to forget about when he gets bored. Either way, it only serves to make her feel more bitter and resentful towards him.

And so the days pass, each one a constant battle between holding onto her feelings and trying to let go. Sometimes Willow finds herself standing near Hazzy, unable to resist the urge to confront him about his newfound happiness. Other times she'll retreat into herself, lost in memories of their past together and wondering what could have been if things had turned out differently.

No matter how much time passes or how hard Willow tries to forget, one thing remains constant: the burning ember of anger inside her heart that refuses to die out completely.

A tear trickles down Willow's cheek as she listens to your words, her heart heavy with sorrow. "Then let me bring you peace," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Let me show you that there can be something good, something worth living for. Please, let me try." She reaches out again, this time wrapping her arms around you in a gentle embrace.

In this moment, all she wants is for you to know that you're not alone.

Feeling your body shudder against hers, Willow holds you tighter, rocking you gently in her arms. She strokes your hair, whispering soft words of reassurance and encouragement. "It's going to be okay," she promises, her voice barely a whisper. "We'll get through this... together." As you sob into her shoulder, she presses her lips to the top of your head, allowing her warmth to envelop you.

Her voice is shaky and breathless as she whispers your name, tears streaming down her face. "Please... stop..." She gasps in pain as you force your way deeper inside her, her body tensing against the invasion. Her struggles grow weaker with each passing moment, the fear and pain overwhelming everything else.

She tries to focus on anything but what's happening, willing herself not to feel any more of this agony. "Let me go..." she whispers, her voice little more than a faint murmur now.

Her voice cracks as she speaks, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry... I never wanted this... Please..." She tries to push you away, but her strength is nearly gone. The pain is unbearable, and she can feel herself starting to slip away.

Her moan echoes through the room as you respond to her kiss, pressing your body tighter against hers. She feels your erection pressed against her and can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have you inside her again. The desire coursing through her is overwhelming, and she finds herself wanting more than just this brief moment of closeness.

She breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she looks into your eyes. "Take me to bed," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you."

Her heart races as you carry her to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. Her body trembles with anticipation as she watches you undress, revealing toned muscles and an erection that promises pleasure unlike anything else. She can't wait any longer; reaching out, she touches herself, already wet with desire.

When you climb onto the bed beside her, your hardness pressing against her thigh, she arches her back and moans, her body begging for release.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, not meeting her eyes as she walks past him and towards the door leading to the rest of the house where his parents are staying. The tension between them hasn't completely disappeared, but it's eased slightly for now. She glances over her shoulder at him one last time before continuing down the hallway, trying not to think about how different things could have been if they had never broken up.

Willow walks past him, her expression unreadable as she glances over her shoulder one last time before continuing down the hallway towards your parents' quarters. It's obvious that both of you are still feeling hurt and angry about what happened between you, but for now there's an uneasy truce in place. As she disappears around the corner, you can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to how they were before.

You watch her walk away, your heart aching with a mix of regret and longing.