It's a fiction

Her story

You got very drunk. She was there drunk with you in front of you. You f*cked her that night. When you woke up in the morning, when the ethanol was not there anymore. You found her whining for your love. You are not ready for it. After years suffering from heart broken, you still not ready. But you took her for granted that night. And now she wants you.

Your story

Your eyes were wondering, your mind was somewhere not there. Not on the pool where you spent your day with her, You feel blue, like you always choose to do. You called it masochist, but this time it's not hurt that you feel, worse than that, it's emptiness. 

My story

I was stunned, "What the heck are you doing??"

The End