Y/N x MILF ANALYSE

(Prologue) Your Boring Life

Y/N was walking through the dreary streets of your little hometown looking for anything as a sign for you to not give up. You splashed through puddles, swung on street lights, jaywalked, ran a mile, applied for college, and even got a pet fish but, nothing was working!

Everyone kept telling you, "Look for God, he will help you find your way"

You looked everywhere but this 'skydaddy' that everyone was running on and on about was nowhere to be found. You began thinking--

if this 'God' does exist, why would he be putting me through all this constant torture? Why would he let me live this bleak and sullen life? I'm done with trying to 'find god' he's not coming and his fanfiction is way worse than anything I've ever attempted to read.

You began your journey home feeling more angered than before. Stomping your way over every crack you could find on the sidewalk, spitting on babies, and not petting the stray dog that looked friendly enough to take home.

I am done with this! there is no hope! You thought as you made your way to your apartment building.

Getting to the door, you did not hold it open for the woman who was so obviously in need of it, with contents spilling out of her arms as she almost trips in her heels. You simply grunted and made your way to the elevator. You pushed floor 7 and kicked the door as it closed. As the elevator doors reopened, you looked down the corridor as you attempted to find room 39 whilst gripping your hair, debating on whether or not you should pull it out.

Gripping your keys hard enough to make an indent in your hand you quickly shoved the key in the hole and stomped your way inside.

You looked out the window losing all hope.

Is this how I have to live my life? Is there nothing else that can make me happy?

With that final thought, you gave up. You stepped up to the window looked down and...