She saw him sitting in the back of the bus, ear buds in and eyes staring blankly ahead. She was a lonely, lonely girl with an addiction for adoration. Their eyes met and he smiled politely before looking away quickly. She saw that as her chance to make a move. She slid herself to the seat next to him, introducing herself and asking for his number. Once she had obtained it, she slunk her way out of the bus. She knew he was the one.
Just like all the others.
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Like All the Others
Short StoryOh! Someone please bless me with the torture of love; bless me with fire in my veins and roses in my cheeks. I will do anything to make a man love me. Anything.
