She Was A Little Girl

"My mother and I are estranged, have been for years. My father died when I was young," Mary Alice said.

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

“Viktor, can I be excused for a moment, for embarrassing myself?” Yuuri asked, looking at the floor, as he quickly walked past and leaving the office quickly”

"Sometimes it seems to me that you were not born on the planet Earth, but somewhere else. Maybe on Venus, and maybe on the moon, this is more likely. You're very naive and innocent. Well, it was good you met me and not some uncontrollable, lustful Italian!" Milano spoke angrily, realizing that he was not going to share that girl with anyone. She should belong only to him.

“My father killed my mother,” he says eventually. It’s horribly casual, the way the words tumble out of his mouth, but he can’t think of any other way to say them.

“We were really tight,” he said. “When you’re doing that over and over again with the same group of people you’re bound to bond and we definitely did.”

“Just so you know” she sobs. “My family isn’t so perfect either. Yes. My parents have remained married. Sure, on the outside we look good. But a couple of years ago I found out that my mother had an affair. My mother cheated and…” She shoves a finger at her chest. “I am a product of that affair.”

“Hello,” the teacher said. The class echoed her monotonously. “I’m Mrs. McEversons. First we’re going to get to know each other.”

“I...I don’t know. Sometimes I wish dad would just come back. And other times I wish he was never alive. He left us, to suffer with an alcoholic mother, while he’s probably living a good life with another wife who’s 20 years younger than him.” I rolled up my sleeve, tracing the scars on my wrist. We stared at the passing cars, hoping one of those was mom’s.

“Here,” she said as she threw her phone at him. “I'm glad you have your priorities straight.”

I pushed my lower jaw up off my chest and nodded at him. “Who was

"I heard what happened in Mrs. Johnson's class," he smirked, going down to kiss her neck. She wanted so badly to push him off, but she'd be in trouble if she did, yet it felt heavenly to

“How could I have sent her away?”,She stutters between sobs, not indicating whether she is addressing stan, or simply asking herself.

Shrugging slightly, she turned her attention back to Charlotte, who was apparently warming up to her enough to allow herself to look slightly frustrated, and willing to tell her all about her school years, as if that was of any interest. She comforted herself with

Alas, he was too far gone to be moved to the point of saying, “I didn’t love you, Kathy. It was wrong not to have set you free. If I did, then you’d be married…perhaps with a couple of kids.” And as the past like his regret was doomed to oblivion, he could not help but shed a tear, yet his mild de profundis was greeted by me with skepticism, for what I observed of him was a person driven by his visceral desires, be it money or sexual perversion. Carlton Hislop was utterly incapable of anything remotely resembling empathy. Even so, I am sometimes mistaken so maybe he was adept in the art of social intercourse to feel these sentiments, at any rate, time will tell. What it divulges only the muse of creativity will inform the inept