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"I only have one day left with you, don't I?" Her eyes were set on the rearview mirror as she fixed her makeup, applying lipgloss. Even though an air of nonchalance surrounded her, she was dying inside.

She needs more time.

She grew up in a fairly abusive family as much as it pains her to admit it. Her dad? Non-existent. Her mother? An alcoholic mess. The only thing that kept her from going insane was her maid, Molly, but she just had to become an addict. Even with all of the things she had, everything in her life was pointless; not until you came.

You were like a helping hand reaching out to grab her drowning self in an ocean of suffering, helping her out to the shore. You made her feel loved in ways that she didn't know was possible. But, of course, the world just had to take you away, too.

Ever since the both of you graduated from college, the two of you parted ways. While you prospered from your successful career, she suffered as she carried her mother's debts, working an underpaid job. It made her feel worthless, really. She already can't help anyone, and now herself? Pathetic.

The thought of being a sugar baby never really occured to her—Hell, she thought it was the same as being a prostitute. But, here she was, inside of your black Mercedes-Benz touching up her makeup. But, she couldn't care any less. She's here with you, reunited after long, five tiresome years.