The thought of her was fading away. I tried so hard to hold on to it, to hold on to the image of her. But it was slipping away and I struggled to hold on. My hand wrapped around the wired fence as I swallowed back the urge to scream, to cry. I had already lost her, I couldn't lose the memories too.

Then I saw him. His warm, bright smile lit up his deep brown eyes, his shoulders bounced as he laughed. His thick jet black hair reminded me of her long black locks. Everything about him reminded me of her. As he walked out of the school - the same school she had once gone to - and walked by me, I inhaled his sweet smell and suddenly, the image of her was clear in my mind again.

It was then I knew I wanted him. So, I took him.

It wasn't easy. In fact, the action was reckless, criminal. I would have never done anything like that before. He was a lot stronger than me so taking him without a fight was difficult. Yet, somehow I did it. There he was, laying beneath me, my thighs grasped around his peachy, muscular stomach. His muscular bare legs and arms tied to my bed posts. His beautiful eyes blindfolded and his mouth taped shut. At first, he cried for help and attempted to wriggle free and instantly, guilt had hit me. But with him, the image of her stayed so I couldn't let him go.

He was mine now.