A/N: So I am making this a series of unrelated one-shots. I am also up to fill prompts and post them here if you have any ideas or one-shots you would like to see written. Also A Series of Very Fortunate Events will be updated soon.

I fall back on the bed and a weight rests on me. It's not the type I'm used to. It's heavier and suffocating some how.

Whispered words of lust and assurance fall on death ears. The words of longing and love are all I hear.

Rough bites and rougher touches are imagined to be soft hands caressing.

They're scent isn't right. It's not the sandalwood and vanilla I'm used to. Soon everything is wrong.

The longer it goes on the more differences I notice. So I tell them to kiss me. What I imagine is soft pliable lips are actually rough chapped ones. My hands go into they hair to get some semblance. But its not as silky as my love.

Were naked quicker than I like. Soon there's a tongue between my folds. I tell myself its her licking and sucking, giving me extreme pleasure. Then it stops and they enter me.

They don't wait for me to adjust to the intrusion. It's a fast pace and again I find myself in my head. Thinking of her and the passionate fucking we had. How her hair used to cascade down around us making a brown curtain. It was just us then and there forever. Quickly I find I myself reaching ecstasy with thoughts and memories of her. Her name on the tip of my tongue until he leans over me.

My world shatters because this is not Rachel. It will never be. Reality hits me like a freight train. I quickly push him off of me and curl into myself. He tries to ask what's wrong but I tell him to leave. After he's dressed he leaves. Now I'm here left alone with my thoughts of how much I fucked up.

Rachel deserves better than me and I'm sad to say she found it. It was supposed to be us forever. Now she's moved on and I'm stuck in memories. What a sad trick reality and imagination plays. But even though I couldn't have her here in reality I will always have her there in my imagination.