She struggled to get herself away from the heat but there was no escape her breasts were seared on one side so I moved her slightly so they were cooki...g evenly.I pushed a fork into her breast and there was just clear juices so they were done. Whilst she was still bent over the grill I got a large knife and sliced her breast off letting them fall onto the barbecue grill. We let Angela sit with Jane and Sadie so they could comfort her although she was in shock as we had told her that we would be. An ancient worn-out couch sat on a corner of the room next to a messy table filled with already opened paint cans, brushes, little lumps of charcoal and various measuring equipments and stuff I couldn’t identify. At the far corner of the room, leaning by the wall stood several previously finished paintings, some of them were partly covered with dust. Graffiti and arcane symbols were scrawled recklessly on most parts of the walls but they were too complex and bizarre for me to recognise or. She started to cry, and asked why. after I told her that I've met someone else she said she understands and wishes me the best of luck.I started to see how much I've hurt A with what I did and I wanted to make up with her. She did not want that anymore, she said she would not care.Two weeks have passed by, I was busy with school, I was still texting A trying to make up to her, and she replied to me. We decided we need to meet up. In the meantime I did not see E.A waited for me at the train. He was in his mid-seventies and had owned a shipping company. When I met him I saw the same sadness in his eyes you see over there. His wife had died several years before, his children and his grandchildren were grown and their lives seldom intersected his. He was lonely. You may have a hard time believing this but I am a softie, I made him my friend. Eventually I loved the man, I think he loved me too. He came every Tuesday without fail. I made sure my schedule included every Tuesday. If I did.