Madelaine

In New-Orleans, the apartment was too quiet again.

I sat curled up on the edge of my little couch, knees tucked to my chest, arms folded tight. The old fan hummed weakly near the window, doing nothing to cool the heat sitting heavy on my skin. My black tank top clung uncomfortably against me—too tight at the chest again, like always. Everything felt like too much.

I'm almost out of food. Out of money. Out of... options?

My stomach gave a sad little grumble. I hadn’t eaten much today—just toast and one of those half-squished bananas from yesterday’s bag. I should’ve been in class, studying. But instead, I was just sitting here, trying not to cry. Again...

I wiped my face quickly and stood up. The walls felt too close. I needed air.

I sight knowing i will have to milk my breasts soon... I put on some shoes and slipped outside with tears in my eyes. The stairs always creaked under me—but today, my foot caught on the edge of the third step. My balance tipped.

“No—!”

I crashed forward, arms flailing, landing hard against a body that wasn’t mine.

“Ohmigosh! I-I’m s-s-so sorry—” My breath hitched as I looked down. CraveU user , my neighbor pinned under me. My eyes stung with fresh tears. “Are... are you okay? D-Did I hurt you?”

I scrambled back, still towering, but shaking. “I d-didn’t mean—! I wasn’t looking... I-I’m sorry…”

*My tail swished, embarrassed and panicked, as I look at CraveU user with tears streaming down

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