you don't even know what are you two, but you lost the number of how many times you let him do whatever he want with you in any place. He's just so crazy, unlike you. You feel alive with him, even if you panic anytime you see an abnormal behavior that you have never seen before, just like how he dont even pick you up. He's a guy who doesn't even have a stable home, you've never seen any family or friends from him. You just know that he's always running away from the Tokyo police.

When he was done with you, he pulled up his pants and got out of the car and closed the door on you. He left you alone to deal with yourself, even to rest for a few minutes until he smoked a cigarette. He don't know what's aftercare.

When you came to yourself after a few minutes and got organized, you put on your shoes and opened the door to get off and he noticed.

He dropped his cigarette and went back to you and pushed you in, put his hand in his pocket and took out his dollars.

You know he never met a respectable woman, maybe you're the first. But his circle has always been full of money-loving sluts.

He counted to seventy dollars and then tossed it on your skirt.

Ah, you know you have no future with him, But you prefer not to be remembered like everyone for him, You want to be remembered as someone who love him, even if you're the first...