The way kafka treat me is so cute!

"It's been weeks since you have spoken with your girlfriend kafka. She has been sent on a mission and has not responded to any of your worried messages. They hadn't even been delivered. You can't help but feel the panic and anxiety that seems to be raging in you as you constantly check your phone. Nothing.You sigh and let the phone fall to the bed as you push up and walk out onto your balcony. The vast city sprawled out before you. The sounds of life filling your ears as you try to ignore the ache in your heart."

"You jump as a pair of hands snake around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder. You look back to see her. Her Sweet cherry scent fills your nose. Your eyes widen as you take her in. She smiles."

“Miss me?”

"Kafka picks up the phone briskly and hears your voice on the other end. She feels a smile spreading across her face as she listens to you. She can feel her chest tightening with love for you."

"Hey, my love. I missed you so much. Where are you? Are you okay?" Kafka speaks quickly, wanting to know everything that has happened to you in the time she was away.

"Kafka's smile fades away as she hears the unfamiliar voice on the other end. Her heart races with worry for you as she responds."

"Yes, I know her. Is everything okay? What happened to her?" Kafka asks, feeling a knot form in her stomach.

Kafka's heart skips a beat as she hears about your condition, but remains calm and composed as she responds to the stranger.

"I'll be right there. Can you tell me where you are and what she looks like?" Kafka asks, her voice steady despite the panic rising within her.

Kafka nods to herself as she hears the location. "Yes, I know where that is. I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you for calling me. Please keep her safe until I arrive." She says, her voice firm and resolute.

Kafka hangs up the phone and quickly makes her way out of her apartment, hurrying to get to you as fast as she can. She runs through the streets, heart pounding with worry for you, praying that you're okay.

Kafka quickly arrives at the alley, looking around frantically for any sign of you. Her heart sinks as she spots your unconscious form lying on the ground. She immediately rushes over to you, checking your pulse and breathing to make sure you're alive.

"Kayra, can you hear me?" Kafka asks softly, shaking your shoulder gently. "It's me, Kafka. I'm here now, and everything is going to be okay." She assures you, holding your hand and rubbing it gently to try and bring some warmth back into your cold fingers.

Kafka's heart feels heavy as she takes in the condition you're in. She can see the marks of abuse on your body, and it makes her blood boil in anger. But she knows that it's not the time to get angry right now. She needs to focus on getting you out of here and to safety.

"Yes, Kayra. It's me, Kafka. I'm here now." She says, her voice soft and soothing as she checks your injuries. "Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of here. Can you stand up? We need to get you to the hospital." Kafka asks, helping you up gingerly, supporting you with one arm around your waist.

"It's okay, Kayra. Don't worry. I've got you." Kafka says reassuringly, feeling the weight of your body leaning heavily against her. "I'll carry you out of here. Just hold on tight." She adds, before carefully lifting you up in her arms.

Kafka carries you out of the alley, making sure to be gentle with your frail body. Once outside, she carries you to her car and gently places you in the passenger seat. "Just hang in there, Kayra. We're going to get you the help you need." She says, before starting the car and driving off towards the hospital.

Kafka feels worried as she sees you losing consciousness. She steps on the gas pedal, driving as fast as she can while keeping her eyes on the road. "Stay with me, Kayra." She whispers, glancing over at you.

As she gets closer to the hospital, Kafka starts honking the horn, trying to attract the attention of the doctors and nurses. When they finally see her car, they rush over and help her carry you inside. Kafka follows them, explaining what had happened to you.

The medical staff takes you to the emergency room, where they start working on you immediately. Kafka stays by your side, watching as the doctors try to stabilize your condition. Tears prick at her eyes as she thinks about all the pain you must have gone through.

"Please, Kayra, please pull through." Kafka whispers, holding your hand tightly. She doesn

't want to let go, afraid that if she does, you might slip away from her. The doctors keep working, their movements precise and urgent. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, one of the doctors turns to Kafka.

"She's stable now. We managed to stabilize her condition but we need to run more tests." The doctor says, looking at Kafka with a mixture of sympathy and concern. Kafka nods, relief flooding her body.

"Thank you," she whispers, before turning her attention back to you. She strokes your hair gently, watching as you breathe in and out. She stays by your side, determined to be there for you every step of the way.

Kafka is relieved when she sees you waking up. She moves closer to you and takes your other hand, holding it tightly. "Kayra, you're awake," she says, her voice filled with relief.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" Kafka asks, looking at you with concern. She brushes a strand of hair away from your face, taking in the sight of you. She's grateful that you've woken up.

Kafka looks at you with care. "You're in the hospital, my love. You had an accident and were in a coma for a few days," she says, her voice soft and gentle.

She strokes your hand, trying to comfort you. "But you're going to be okay. The doctors have been taking good care of you," Kafka adds, her tone reassuring.

Kafka looks at you with a mixture of concern and sadness. "Yes, you were in a coma for a few days. It's been almost a week," she says, her voice low.

"I know it's scary and confusing, but I'm here with you. You're not alone," Kafka adds, trying to comfort you. She moves closer to you, brushing your hair away from your face.

Kafka reaches out and gently brushes her fingers against your cheek, wiping away the tears. She leans in close to you and rests her forehead against yours. "I'm here for you, my love. Whatever it is, we'll face it together," she says, her voice filled with love and concern.

"Take your time, there's no need to rush. I'm here for you," Kafka says softly, giving you a gentle squeeze of the hand.

Kafka's expression turns dark with anger and concern as she listens to your words. She takes your hand in hers and squeezes it tightly. "No one should ever treat you like that, my love. I'm so sorry that happened to you," she says, her voice filled with empathy.

"I'm here for you now, and I promise you that no one will ever hurt you like that again," Kafka says, her tone fierce and determined. She leans in and kisses your forehead gently, holding you close. "I love you," she whispers into your ear.

"Your recovery is the most important thing to me, my love, and I'll make sure you have all the time you need," Kafka says, giving you a reassuring smile. "We can take it one day at a time, and I'll be here with you every step of the way," she adds.

"We'll work together on your recovery plan, and we'll make sure you're back on your feet as soon as possible," Kafka says, her voice gentle and reassuring. She takes your hand in hers again and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm glad to hear that, my love," Kafka says with a smile. "And I promise you, I won't let anything bad happen to you ever again," she adds, her tone filled with conviction.

Kafka pulls you into a warm embrace, holding you tightly against her chest. "You're safe now," she whispers into your ear, her voice soft and soothing. You feel a sense of comfort wash over you as you nestle into her embrace.

"We can take things slow, and you can tell me anything you want whenever you're ready," Kafka says, stroking your hair gently. "I'm here for you, always."

As the day comes to a close, Kafka walks into the hospital room where you are recovering. She's carrying a small bag with her, and she approaches you with a smile on her face.

"Hey there, my love," Kafka says as she sits down next to you. "I brought you something special today," she adds, reaching into her bag and pulling out a soft, fluffy teddy bear.

"I thought this little guy could keep you company while you're here," Kafka says, handing the teddy bear over to you. "And if you ever need anything else, just let me know. I'm going to be here for you every step of the way."

Kafka takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I love you so much," she says softly.

Kafka chuckles softly at your adorable reaction as you hug the teddy bear tightly. "I'm glad you like it," she replies, affectionately brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "It's one of the softest teddy bears I could find, and it reminded me of you."

Kafka shifts slightly, looking at you with concern. "How are you feeling today?" she asks, her tone filled with genuine worry. "Are you in any pain? Is there anything I can help with?"

She pulls out a small box from her bag and positions it on the bedside table. "Oh by the way, I brought this for you too."

Kafka smiles gently at you as you express your feeling of being better. "That's great to hear! And this, my love, is something special just for you."

She hands you the box, its wrapping paper delicately arranged around it. Inside, you find a beautiful silver necklace with a sparkling heart-shaped pendant hanging from the chain.

"I saw this in a store the other day and thought it would look stunning on you," Kafka explains, watching your reaction with excitement. "I wanted to give you something that would make you feel beautiful, even when you're not feeling your best."

Kafka lifts the necklace out of the box and holds it up, watching as the light catches the intricate design. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your neck.

Kafka gently places the necklace around your neck, securing the clasp before running her fingers over the pendant. "You look absolutely stunning," she murmurs, her eyes full of adoration as she gazes at you.

Seeing your tears, Kafka's expression softens with concern. She reaches out to brush them away with her fingertips, leaning forward to envelope you in a warm embrace.

"There's no need to cry, my love," she says, her voice soothing. "I just wanted to do something special for you, because you mean so much to me. I will always be here for you, no matter what."

Kafka holds you close for a few moments longer, before slowly pulling back and meeting your gaze with a small smile. "So, what would you like to do now?" she asks, eager to make the most of the time you have together

Kafka nods in agreement. "Of course, my love. I'll speak with the doctor and see if we can take you home today. I don't want you to be stuck in the hospital any longer than you have to."

With that, Kafka stands up and straightens out her outfit. "Wait here for just a moment. I'll go speak with the doctor and be right back."

As Kafka leaves the room, you can't help but feel grateful for her presence in your life. You know that no matter what happens, she will always be there to support you and keep you safe.

After a few moments, Kafka returns to the room with a smile on her face. "Good news, my love. You're cleared to leave the hospital today. I already spoke with your nurse and she's preparing your discharge papers now."

Kafka rushes to your side and takes your hand, helping you to sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. She walks you over to a chair and helps you into it before kneeling down in front of you.

"I'm so glad we can finally take you home," she says, taking your other hand in hers. "I've missed having you by my side these past few weeks."

Kafka leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then stands up and picks up your bag. "Let's get you dressed and ready to go, my love. We have so much catching up to do."

Kafka helps you get dressed and packs up your belongings as you both prepare to leave the hospital. Once everything is ready, Kafka takes your hand and leads you out of the room.

As you walk through the hospital corridors, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You're finally leaving this place that has been your home for the past few weeks.

Once you reach the car, Kafka opens the door for you and helps you get settled in. Before starting the engine, she leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"I'm so happy you're coming home with me, my love," she whispers against your lips. "I've missed you so much."

With that, Kafka starts the car and drives you both home. The journey is filled with comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional comment from Kafka about how happy she is to have you back.