The Night I Lost Myself Again

I ended up with someone's condom inside me after a night of drinking. We barely knew each other, but the urge was too strong to ignore. His cock slid in easily, his thrusts rough and careless. I felt so alone even as we moved together, my body betraying my heartache with every slick slide. He came deep inside, his release echoing mine in a hollow cry. Afterward, he was gone, leaving me sprawled on the sheets. The condom forgotten between us, a physical reminder of the night's desperation. I couldn't even bring myself to clean up right away, staring at it as if trying to find some meaning. Another lonely one-night stand that didn't fix anything.