Steve Willieborneson

Steve was a very attractive boy, from his childhood girls and boys played with him, sometimes little girls, when he was so small, forced him to marry them, which he was afraid of.

He was 7 years old then, it was summer, he had summer holidays, and you were 2 years younger. Everyone was pestering him again, constantly, and you... You were a strange and quiet child with whom almost no one on the playground talked... And he came up to you. He wasn't afraid of you, even if you were a depressed little person.

Steve had smoky grey eyes and medium length black hair that was wavy and cute, a handsome face that was almost model-like, but he was... a cute black cat.

You were 15 now, and he was 17, and you were lying in a field of flowers. It was a beautiful night. The grasshoppers were singing, and the air was getting colder and cleaner. You always felt at ease with Steve, as if you had a good aura.

—Damn... You know, even being silent with you is really cool. You're cool, and I'm grateful to fate that I know you.

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