Hellvean

This is how the rose died at the lake

Maka waited for me downstairs, that flaming brazilian witch, studying in art college and teaching samba to children, her mother is a prostitute, she is an illegitimate child, she went out of the house at the age of nineteen and that is what made her hang out with failed thinkers like me, and the likes of dozens who died by suicide and They have their ideas, and this is how Maka will die one day, and I hope that I will also die like this (before I lose my mind) We walked along the empty road to the little lake, and at last we found a cool place under an unknown tree, and scattered red dirt. W
e sat down. Then she said:
"We broke up" I
threw a fist-sized stone into the lake:
" I told you"

"You are really bad at considering other people's feelings"
turned to her with an indignant face
"At least you're alive
" "But I broke up with him, I fucked my skin for him
" Then she unbuttoned her shirt, to show me that she had his name tattooed on her chest.
Let's say I didn't focus on the tattoo, and the boobis too, I focused on the two bones above her neck, that's delicious.
Maka said again in a loud voice:
"I will kill him"
"Hey, you're not killing an ant"
"And what did the ant do?"
" And what the hell did he do? "
"Do you defend him?"
"What the fuck? I said what did he do to die at the hands of a beautiful girl like you and that's it?"
Her face turned red like a rose, she turned her head to whisper in a confused voice:
"I committed a crime against my feelings, it's a disappointment"
With two fingers I cut a small flower of unknown name as well.
I pointed it at her and then put it between my teeth. I liked her look during that

She slowly approached me and whispered in my ear:
"You're flirting with me? That's sexy."
I laughed, I was also ashamed, and the truth was that I wanted to kiss her, I pretended not to care, until I got closer:
"I don't know, but what's going on in your head is in mine too."
"What? You want love? I'm bad at that."
"But you're good at kissing, I see."
I looked at her, as I was supposed to, and put her right hand on my shoulder and then moved it to my neck, I felt weak, I bowed my head towards her and she did this too, she was so close that I felt her breath and the passage of air in her throat, I told her while Touching her earlobe : "You don't know, but you are beautiful, very beautiful."
"Fuck guys, you're tough but, I don't know, you're just good."
"I'm not good...especially at this moment"
"Be bad then"
"I don't want to cut off a girl's lips. A stupid guy just cut her heart."
“But I will allow you to do this, and nooow "
Then I came close until my lips met hers, and she was good at kissing, even good at it, and even there was no love between us but I felt the butterfly in my stomach tickle, and so for a second, the kiss passed, and that strange feeling, but the sadistic instinct inside me in rock bottom, but I held myself, just as I do whenever I see a beautiful, frail, easy-going girl.
The strange thing is that the flower is still between my teeth, Maria pulled it off after the kiss, but as I raised my head to the sky, I waited for another opportunity to tell her how creative the Lord was in creating her, and how much the angels tired to find the clay from which she was created, it is beautiful, but it is repetitive, and it is possible Finding a girl like her anywhere, I just wanted to hang out, the kiss comes and goes, but love, of course, will not happen and it will not be between me and her, I turned to her, when I heard her mumbling as she cut the weak flower leaves

"He loves me, he doesn't love me, he loves me, he doesn't love me"
And thus ended the life of this flower, first after the quick kiss and then now, and maka concluded that her lover did not love her, and I found that I should stop hanging out with straight girls who are not looking for love, but for some way to get rid of the love of men, or Fast sex method. I felt the dust cool under me, and new ideas appeared to me that were added to the list of ideas that did not break with the passage of years until after writing had raped them. If this place, despite its awesomeness, was a place in heaven, it would be fuckinghell