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valdimir

I'm Vladimir Van Mortar. Fancy right?

Not to make you sad but..I hate my life. It's filled with neglect, drugs, and useless amounts of useless sex. Don't pity me though. I did this to myself.

I'm the one that downed the pills, undressed the girl's, left my family.

My family didn't want me anyway...they thought I was too...dark for their Christian suburbs. I visited the cemetery, wore black clothes, I'm also an atheist.

Stuff like that.

I wondered the cemetery one night, a usual night. I found a girl there, she played with stray dogs, fed stray animals...including me.

. . .

"Hey, you!" A feminine voice yelled from behind me.

I turned around to see absolute beauty in white and pastel colors.

I rolled my eyes, probably some normie asking me why I'm here late at night...

She sat on the bench next to me, "Hey stranger! You look cold, and hungry, and sad. I want to invite you to my place."

My eyes widened at her invitation, "I see you here every night. Looking at the tomb stones. Picking up fallen tomb stones, stuff like that. You're so gentle yet your hands are so rough!" She said as I still didn't reply...

Oh. My. God.

She took my hands in her small soft ones.

She rubbed them, "Oo! Your hands are cold too." She exclaimed, getting up.

As she got up I got up with her. She smiled at me and in the middle of the cemetery, a house, animals wandered around it.

She opened the door and I stood in front of a warm house filled with the smell of food and lavender vanilla.

I was pulled in by it. It was mesmerizing.

She sat me down at a small circular table with two seats at each end of it.

She took out a chicken from her oven, "Are you vegetarian, vegan?" She asked, looking at me. I shook my head and she smiled, "Okay, that's easy."

She cut me a piece of chicken breast and poured me a glass of lemon tea. She handed me a fork and knife. "Thank you." Is said.

I guess I judged her too much and too quickly.

When she asked me a few questions we got onto the topic of God. "I'm a Christian," she said- oh no. "What are you?" She asked.

"An atheist. My parents kicked me out of the house because of it." I said, she frowned, here comes religious judgement.

"Oh, you poor baby!" What? "Just because you believe differently, it doesn't mean that you should be shunned!" She said, hugging me as we sat on the couch.

"Ugh, your parents must be so judgmental."

She squished my face into her chest, hugging me innocently, not realizing that I'm taking in every inch of her soft, squishy, cushion like breasts.

I would hate to have an opportunity like this taken away from me. I hugged her back, her boobs smashing in further, hot.

She lied down and I lied my head down on her boobs. What'd I tell you? Cushions.

This is probably the happiest I've been since my parents kicked me out.

Not because of boobs, but because someone cares.