She was waking down the street remembering fondly of the guy she met at the gym. He tasted delicious, even though he was a bit hard to chew.
I reassured myself that noone was spying on me through the open window of my bedroom. That was truth as the man was watching me through the bedroom door.
He had hoped that he would see him one last time, that one last time time he would hold him in his arms. Surprisingly, he did not enjoy it as much as he thought when he woke up in his dead boyfriend’s cold embrace.