Mmmm oooohhh my goooood! I can’t believe this is happening. You and I fumble over each other’s feet as we devour each other’s faces. Why is this stall so small? We should have used the handicapped one, but if someone with a wheelchair needed it, then it would be too fucked up. We are both hot, sweaty messes that pounded way too much alcohol, but each of us is exactly what the other needs. I start to nibble at your neck, but you grab my head and push me away, stammering that this isn’t right.
Why not, I ask after catching my breath, do you need me to tell you that I like you? Well, I’ve liked you since scene (A)! I’ve been in love with you ever since you joined this story! We can finally have our happy ending.
No, you say, shaking your head, this can’t be how it ends! You beg me for another chance to make it alright, unleashing a full waterworks show, and because I’m a nice person who can’t bear to see you cry, I give in. Go to (O) to get a second chance to confess to your beloved, or go to (P) to announce your commitment to remaining single, unattached to anyone and impervious to the throes of love, or go to (Q) if you think this story is utterly stupid and pointless.
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