Was that love? No, it surely wasn´t. It was nothing but a cheap excuse to drown her sorrows in the arms of different men. This time, it wasn't about of trying to find the perfect soulmate. The young woman only wanted something, anything to make her forget about that past relationships that reduced her to a ghost. Being young and not hard to look at, she had no trouble in getting a nice partner for the night. After a short talk, a few drinks and smiles, she would get a little bit of company. Expert hands were all over her tired body, rubbing and pinching every inch of her white skin. Strange lips would kiss her violently, shaking her tormented soul. Supposedly, she was being loved by someone. Then, why does her heart felt so bad? She felt as if she were nothing but a cheap plastic doll. They only were having fun with her, then spitting on her face. But at least… she wasn't alone.. She had someone to touch her, to remind her that she was still a human being. But… the morning after, her soul got weary again. Those kisses were as empty as getting kissed by an empty trashcan.