Nine

Vespa

Snowy purred from the slightly chilly wind. I wrapped my jacket around it as I ascended the hiking path.

No words could describe the pain I felt discovering that the man I once loved was a phony all along.

Donovan was a first-grade piece of shit for threatening me with my hard-earned work.

The hiking trail was never empty. Friends and fuck-buddies strolled in pairs, the latter assaulting innocent ears with moans and grunts.

A loud moan like a baby's cry, drifted over the trail, enough for me to lose the remnants of my sanity.

I wondered if fucking like rabid dogs outdoors was a new trend. I made a mental note to ask Kaden, the president of the student union. There must be something about students dumping the privacy of their rooms to defile this beautiful little place and turn it into a sex zoo.

Other than that, the peace, fresh air, and my spot under an oak tree were a welcoming respite from the crappiness of Donovan's visit.

Fuck Donovan. May his socks remain wet f