teelegacy
I walked around the city at the heat of the night, 12 o'clock, still crying. Many looked at me, but didn't say anything. Until I walked past this building, with neon pink lights. A girl grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
"What's the matter, pudding? You're too pretty to cry." She said, looking at me with her big, remorseful eyes.
"Um," I sniffled. "It's a long story."
"Well, come inside and tell me. I'm listening."
[DISCONTINUED FOR NOW, WILL TETURN SOON]