![]() ![]() Yes, I liked watching girls, heck I fapped to them, but that was something… normal. Let me get this straight, I wasn't the kind of boy who would perv on a girl, known, or stranger. I mean, yeah, she was a total stranger, but she looked so hot that she made me forget your hotness for a while. "You do realize that you took two paragraphs to describe a random bartender, right?" Eleanor squinted her eyes. Her lips were redder than blood, but they didn't look unnatural or weird. Her eyes were dark purple… but shiny at the same time she was probably wearing lenses. Her hair was crimson, with a darker shade as the color became lighter as they progressed to the edges, mixed with a purple hue. She was wearing a uniform, no makeup, her short hair reaching to her shoulders and was a bit curly from the edges. I was sad and depressed, so I decided to forget everything, and to do that… I went to the counter and ordered an alcoholic drink. They were enjoying their life while I… was so lost, not knowing what I was doing with life and what future it had for me. And I was a loser with big dreams and an optimistic nature. "That night… One thing that made me… feel low is that everyone present there was successful, even if they were young, old, evil, or kind. I know what's going to come, and I am not prepared for it." ![]() Don't forget, I am the narrator of this story." "Wow, did you just slip in the remark in such a deep and dark statement?" Eleanor shot a knowing glare at him. Seemingly referring to when he lost his virginity that night. I had just become an adult, and I already had a glimpse of the adult world that night… both mentally and… sexually."f□□□we□□□□e□. They saw everyone as tools, while the tools saw others as their tools. The only thing on their mind was how they could use the person and benefit from them. They were talking with each other, seemingly making connections for their selfish selves. I watched people enter and leave, busy with their life in their own little worlds. "So, I went to the lobby, sat on the couch, and relaxed. ![]()
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