I glance around at the other passengers to make sure I'm not being overly sensitive. And sure enough, it seems that every single person on this bus ha... been regretting ever boarding it since the moment this gaggle of girls invaded it. The woman directly behind me keeps turning around to glare at them, but she's being completely ignored. There's a guy a few seats ahead of me who has his earphones turned up to a volume that would normally be very annoying in its own right, but in this situation. Her hands were soaked in blood and her sensitive nose itched with the scent of wounded flesh and fresh blood. Once she had stopped the initial bleeding, she ventured into the forest to collect herbs and moss that would cool the wounds and freeze the blood that oozed through the stitches. Even if she did everything she could, Rosalie didn’t know if he would survive; his wounds were far too deep and if any of his organs were damaged... there was no way for Rosalie to fix that. When she came. She was looking like a carved statue which will be alive any moment; the rain accentuated her beauty that night. I couldn’t stop myself to feel the magic of that night, I came out in my balcony mesmerised by her beauty I didn’t realize when that rain engulfed me completely. She looked at me and I was frozen for that moment when our eyes met as if she hypnotized me.Her eyes were looking deep into me and I felt that she can feel my presence there. I smiled at her and she did the same. Then she. Till this time she did not hesitated a bit…as I was pulling her panty down…she held my hand and send Rohan… Pls. Leave this…I said mom “I love you” She said “Rohan, even I love you, but not this”I asked “why?”She said “because this is taboo”I told her “this is taboo; only if somebody knows about this.”She said “no, I do not want to do this…everything else is ok”I told her…”I want to see from where I came to this world”. She again said…NO….after lots of buttering…she agreed with a condition that.