His back hit the cold tiled wall, the pain of the sudden impact rushing through his from overstimulation sensitive body. His skin was hot against the tiles, his breathy groans hot against his suddenly dry puffy lips. He could feel the waves of heat rush from the core and all over his body, reaching every last cell from the top of his head to the end of his fingers and toes. His sweaty hands trailed over the wall as he was looking for support. He wasn’t used to being like that.

  The mirror now stares back at me the figure so known and yet so unknown

His eyes gazing into the nothingness of the empty apartment, he still couldn’t comprehend that it was all gone. The memories were like and endless movie without an end, playing again and again...