Her void

Aron POV

"Only then can I accept your friendship, Aron, if you tell me why you need these injections and medications."

Every night, her words still echo in my ears. It has already been a month since that incident. I never thought she would demand something of me in exchange for accepting my friendship offer.

I had planned to share all the details of my past agony with her if she accepted my friendship, but her attempts to negotiate my proposal led me to discard the idea.

She was the first woman in my life with whom my heart had agreed to be friends; until that moment, I had never asked anyone to be my friend.

For the first time in my life, a woman rejected me. It shattered my heart and bruised my pride.

Without telling her about my heartbreak, I left that room right away. Perhaps she didn't want me to be a friend in her life. Despite my assurances that she could rely on me for her past, she didn't think I was reliable.

Perhaps it's all my fault since I thought she would be a kind woman. I'm the one who constantly perceives her as unique among other women; perhaps I had unrealistic expectations of her.

Remembering her rejection gave me the same terrible feeling in my chest as when I saw my mom with that stranger during the Christmas holiday.

I again buried all of my hurt and anguish within. I wished never to see her face again. I considered leaving this mansion without alerting her, but after remembering her traumas, I decided it was not a wise idea to leave her alone in this house.

Yet, I'm still worried about her.

To avoid her, I got up early and returned home late at night. Every day, she would prepare a new meal and patiently wait for me to try it. I didn't eat any of her food because her cooking made me feel vulnerable, and I don't want to feel vulnerable anymore.

Every night, I have trouble falling asleep by myself. I used to love falling asleep in her cozy arms, but now I do not want to return to that place.

She is not the only woman left in this world; I can survive without her. However, her absence from my life and room leaves me feeling hollow.

My old life, with its emphasis on work, has returned to me. But my thoughts always come back to her when I have some free time.

Although I wanted to watch her face on CCTV, I forced myself to hold back. My sleeping lust has been rekindled after viewing her. I used to obsess over remembering our last sex because my junior wanted to feel her tightness, but I was reluctant to return to her.

Her absence made my junior's condition worse because I find it very hard to live without touching her constricted vaginal walls. I started taking those pills again in an attempt to block off my thoughts of Sara so that I could fuck any woman without feeling the need to think about her.

However, even after taking those pills, it's difficult for my mind to let go of her memories. Every time I attempt to fuck a woman, all I see is Sara's face.

Disappointment set in when I realized that no woman could evoke the same intense desire in me.

After taking the medications, things got worse for me. I was hoping it would help me forget Sara, but instead, it has only made me want her more. Despite my daily engagement in sexual intercourse with women, I never experienced the same level of satisfaction as I did during our one-time encounters, even though I would dedicate my entire night to them.

To forget Sara, I asked Rosy to come back to the mansion so that I could spend time with her. As soon as I fucked Rosy, my eyes would close and Sara would take her place in my fantasies. I let out my pent-up desire for Sara by fucking Rosy hard as she curled her legs around my waist, picturing Sara's legs.

My lust reached new heights, delighting the ladies in my life, unaware that it wasn't for them. This desire only intensified for Sara. They all constantly gush over me, lavishing me with their fake affection and concern.

I know they love my dick to satisfy their desires, not me.

Some women engage in sexual activities with me solely for financial gain, while others do so to maintain their employment.

Nobody ever attempts to get to know the real me—everyone is only ever concerned about their benefits. They had no interest in learning about my childhood. They didn't even seem to be concerned about my hunger or difficulty falling asleep at night.

Sara was the only person, aside from my grandmother, who inquired about my whereabouts. Even though I have everything I need in my life, there is still a space, and I feel incomplete without her. I yearned to be with her again, if only for one night, but I was determined not to treat her like a sex object this time. I wanted to gain her trust so that she would approach me and offer friendship.

My heart still hurts, and I am unable to accept her rejection of me. I had assumed that she would talk to me one day, but even after two months had passed, she had not done so.

It's strange that, despite sharing a house, we haven't seen one another in the past two months. She forgets me easily because she's not interested in me. I had never before given a lady so much of my attention, and she still didn't seem interested in understanding why I was acting differently.

To get away from me, she moved into a tree house. I occasionally want to visit the tree house to spend time with her, but it's difficult to get beyond the unseen wall that separates us.

I was hoping to learn more about her through reading her novels, but I'm concerned it would just make me feel more attracted to her, so I gave up on that plan.

Every day, I get her email. I don't understand her obsession with writing 15 chapters every day. However, I skipped over every chapter in her book.

Aunt Jerry contacted me again last night about enjoying the rainy weather with her friends. When her lust was satisfied, she asked me to leave her residence, so I departed early in the morning to return home.

My legs hurt so much that it was difficult for me to walk normally, yet I was still attempting to get to my bedroom.

The sound of sobbing emanated from the backyard, freezing me in place at the hall entry.

I walked toward the backyard and saw Sara crying, hiding her face in her lap.

"Sara, what happened? Is everything all right?" Leaning in to gaze at her face, I gently caressed her shoulder.

"Aaron, he returned," She raised her head to stare into my eyes.

She had puffy red eyes.

"Who returned?" I stared at her, confused.

Unable to utter a word, she embraced me in a close embrace.