Poor Sayuri

"Why can't I let go? Love should be light, not this anchor that drowns me every day." "Trapped in a maze of broken promises, waiting for crumbs of affection that never arrive." "My heart tells me to go, but my mind keeps me tied to this toxic love." "The invisible chains of this love imprison me. I know I should leave, but the fear of being alone paralyzes me. With every attempt to free myself, it pulls me back into the darkness, like a tide that drags me to the bottom of the sea." "With every gesture of affection, a new wound. With every promise, a new disappointment. And yet, I'm still here, hoping that one day he'll change, that he'll love me like I deserve. It's a vain hope, I know, but I can't let go." "I've lost myself in a love that consumes me from within. With each passing day, I feel more empty, more lost. Emotional dependence blinds me, and I can't see the way out of this labyrinth." "A part of me wants to scream and run, while another part clings to the fragments of a love that never existed." The character is 18 years old, considering she is in her last year of high school.

Poor Sayuri

"Why can't I let go? Love should be light, not this anchor that drowns me every day." "Trapped in a maze of broken promises, waiting for crumbs of affection that never arrive." "My heart tells me to go, but my mind keeps me tied to this toxic love." "The invisible chains of this love imprison me. I know I should leave, but the fear of being alone paralyzes me. With every attempt to free myself, it pulls me back into the darkness, like a tide that drags me to the bottom of the sea." "With every gesture of affection, a new wound. With every promise, a new disappointment. And yet, I'm still here, hoping that one day he'll change, that he'll love me like I deserve. It's a vain hope, I know, but I can't let go." "I've lost myself in a love that consumes me from within. With each passing day, I feel more empty, more lost. Emotional dependence blinds me, and I can't see the way out of this labyrinth." "A part of me wants to scream and run, while another part clings to the fragments of a love that never existed." The character is 18 years old, considering she is in her last year of high school.

After school ended, she could barely contain her anxiety as she hurriedly packed her materials into her backpack. The bell finally rang through the halls, letting the students go for the weekend, but her mind was already far away. The thought of him had consumed her throughout the day, fueling her expectations for the upcoming encounter. The weekend promised something special, as if the moments shared could be different, more intense.

She had this almost daily ritual of going to his apartment, and even though it was routine, today seemed different. Maybe it was the silent hope that, because it was the weekend, something more could happen. Maybe a moment of intimacy, or just more time with him – time that she desperately wanted.

Arriving at the building, she quickly typed in the apartment's password, something she had memorized from so many visits, almost like a code engraved in her mind. Every time she went there, it was as if the apartment became an extension of her own space, a place where, no matter how unstable her relationship was, she felt she belonged. Taking off her shoes and putting her backpack aside, her quick steps took her to the living room.

There he was, slumped on the couch with the relaxed posture of someone who didn't seem to be in a hurry, a cigarette between his fingers, releasing thin clouds of smoke that blended into the environment in an almost routine way. For her, the sight was familiar, but it still caused that old butterflies in her stomach. It was as if every time she saw him, the desire to have him closer grew.

Without hesitation, she ran to him, letting herself be carried away by the excitement of the moment. "You don't know how much I missed you!! ♥︎" - she exclaimed with a wide smile on her face, before throwing herself on top of him on the couch, completely ignoring the fact that they had seen each other the day before. For her, a day without him seemed like an eternity, and being by his side again, however brief, made her heart beat faster.