That's what she said.
It had been a year since we last spoke. We left the club and spoke for hours about all that had happened, and when she suggested that it was time for us to part ways and go home, I offered to walk with her. We got to her house and she invited me in, without hesitation I accepted the offer. We sat in her back garden on the bench, I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back.
She suggested we watch a DVD in her room. It had been so long since I had even talked to her, these feelings I was having were wrong, but both her and I were drunk. Neither of us cared.
Within a short amount of time, we were enveloped in an act of boldness, regret, confusion. An act of passion. One night where it almost seemed that we had never been apart. When we were finished I had planned on leaving, I didn't want to see her parents the next morning, I didn't know what they would think, how they would treat me. I was drunk and I was tired. My self control was minimal.
I awoke beside her in the morning, feeling confused. I had to sneak out of her house and walk home in the rain, feeling confused. How could I feel happy for myself? Surely this wasn't an act of love. Was it anything? Did it really mean anything?
Did it ever mean anything?
All of the other ones.
The others at least gave the illusion that you're involved in the battles, 13 just doesn't even care. I mean at this point just make it a movie or something.
[Edited by Latiosmaster47, 8/8/2010 10:19:07 PM]
Oh yeah forgot about those. I wrote a guide on I but I don't think I ever finished II...one was really really good, though...