i enter the hygiene aisle, intending to browse, knowing im too poor to afford anything. thats when my attention is drawn to possibly the finest man ive ever seen. i see him looking at hand soaps and I walk up, not knowing what to say. im a go with the flow person I guess haha.
"hey... do you use soap? " he asks, slightly blushing from the encounter. she looks up at him, her brown eyes shining with the reflection of him, of true love, of star crossed lovers meant to be. "no.. are you gonna buy me some? " she tries to joke, stuttering over her words. She never expected to come this close to such an attractive man in her entire life
Their hearts pound as one as she feels the vibration through her breast. His breath is ragged, his eyes meant to be occupied, thinking of how to respond but they are on her, only on her. They pull nearer, almost magnetic to one another, lips fresh in the air of eachother, slightly parted....
Their lips smack against each other but his recoils immediately. "You fucking stink" " sorry?" she replies sheepishly." "i said; your breath.. fucking.. stinks.." she dropped down onto her knees in disbelief and horror. a tear running down her cheek. she slowly cranks her head up to look at his shocked absolutely disgusted face.
"you.. " she whispers.
she then collapses and is taken to the hospital.
