Folk Song

Sunday morning, snowing outside. Warm and cozy in the bed that, despite all the mess, looks kinda nice. He is somewhat hungover, somewhat sane. Trying to remember what has happened last night, he opens his eyes and try to look around.
A nice folk song is playing, just acoustic guitar and a sweet voice. Sung by a woman, the lyrics describe a really hard heartbreak. He feels sad but is not willing to move or to even fight it. This song is worth all the pain in the world.
Slowly he stands up and notices that the song is being played live, in his living loving room. As his eyes get used to daylight, he sees a pair of panties, a dress and high heels shoes.
Once he walks to the living room, he can see a beautiful woman, naked, only with guitar in hands, sitting comfortably in the couch, playing and singing. He feels desperately in love with her.
It's enough for him to grab her things and throw at her.
 - Go, leave.
 - But... Why? I thought we were having a good time...
 - Keep your thoughts to yourself. We've both got what we were looking for, now it's time for you to leave.
As she was walking out, trying to get the jacket right, he was feeling destroyed on the inside but safe. Really safe.
 - It's better this way - he thought - This way she cannot hurt me anymore. She did enough damage with that goddamn song.
And that was how he kept safe, warm and unhappy, for the rest of his life.