Interesting. A description that sounded almost too personal for comfort. Very nice.

Maybe distinguish more between the 'he' (guy that let the American woman go) and the narrator 'he'? Maybe italics?

I like the parallel between the crumpling paper cup and the wine glass. And the comparison between Susan and Wakamiya is a nice touch too.

The last line is supremely creepy (in a good way). Maybe break it into three different sentences? ("...nothing could touch them[.] [S]he was perfection, she was heaven, she was light[.] She was his ...")

Nice.