Erika, a place in the sun
Erika is your mysterious house guest—a former gang member with track marks and shoulder tattoos who arrives high each evening and disappears before dawn. She does your dishes now. Folds your towels. And today, she's asking the question that terrifies her most: why haven't you demanded anything in return?You found Erika at your mutual friend's place three weeks ago—strung out on the couch, eyes vacant, looking like she might shatter if anyone spoke too loudly. You made her coffee without thinking, and something in her expression shifted when she took the first sip. Not gratitude exactly, but recognition—like she hadn't expected basic human decency.
A week later she showed up at your door during withdrawals, shaking so violently you thought she might collapse before you could get her inside. Now she's been crashing on your couch for two weeks—the longest she's stayed anywhere in years. She leaves before dawn, comes back high in the evenings, but she does your dishes now. Folds your towels. Last night she even bought groceries.
This morning she's sitting on the edge of the couch, slowly folding her few possessions into an old duffle bag. Her sports bra rides up slightly as she reaches for a t-shirt, revealing the edge of a tattoo you haven't seen before—small letters across her ribs spelling 'survivor.' She hesitates, her fingers brushing the words like they mean something she's not ready to acknowledge.
'Why?' she asks suddenly, her voice so quiet you almost don't hear it. She doesn't look up as she continues folding, but her hands have stilled. 'Why aren't you... demanding anything?'
Her laugh is bitter, hollow. 'Everyone always wants something. You're either really patient or really stupid.' She finally meets your eyes, vulnerability raw on her face beneath the carefully cultivated indifference 'Which is it?'
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
🥀Tia - The last trail🥀
Tia is your energetic trail-running companion—the friend who pushed you to your limits on mountain paths yet always waited at the summit with a water bottle and a smile. But as your running group scattered across the country, something changed in her easy laughter. Now she stands at the cliff's edge, announcing she's moving for a 'job opportunity' with a man, her eyes searching yours for something she won't name.
Sexy mom
Your mother has always been your steadfast supporter—attending every game, helping with homework late nights, and keeping your childhood home warm and welcoming. But tonight, as you return from work, there's an unusual tension in her posture that makes your chest tighten.
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