I slumped against the wall, and kicked at the damp earth. “I guess I’ll just sit here. It’s not like it matters.” “Misery loves its company.” Sorrow sighed listlessly, and produced a belt and pouch. She unbuttoned the pouch to reveal a syringe, and I held out my arm for her to tie the belt. She cinched me, I pumped my fist, she pushed the needle into my vein, and depressed the plunger. The heroin was Classroom cold, and its chill raced up my spine, and pooled tearful euphoria into my skull. I exhaled numbly, and felt my head rest against the stones. From my periphery, I saw Sorrow shoot-up, Lesbian and fall into the same apathetic languidness. She rested on my shoulder, and her touch wasn’t as repulsive as it had been before. In fact, it was quite pleasant. She was an oasis of warmth in the cold rain, and when I turned to look at her, I saw her big, blue eyes looking back at me; shy, hopeful, and yearning. She was beautiful, the only beauty in this colorless world, the only thing worth breathing for in this perpetual darkness. I cupped her cheek, and Sorrow smiled, and its melancholy sweetness set a fire in my heart; not a passionate inferno, but a steady pilot light, one flicker from going out. I kissed her, and she kissed me, and our wet bodies moved together in the soil, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, lips to lips. We found the heat of each other, and moaned with slow breaths as we shifted beneath the weeping sky. “Sometimes, I write poetry here.” Sorrow said as we walked beneath a derelict bridge, its outline barely visible in the fog. Five skeletons hung from its supports, rattling in the constant wind. “Who were they?” I asked, my fingers linked with the Sentient’s. “My japanese melds.” Sorrow sighed, “None of them wanted me, but they called for me nonetheless.” “They’re better off this way.” I mused. “I think so.” Sorrow nodded. We walked hand-in-hand through burrows and hovels, where gravestones stood at odd angles, their surfaces so calcified that they were barely discernable from the rocks. There were no plants in Sorrow’s realm, not even dead ones. Much like Wrath’s kingdom, Sorrow’s was a sterile, lifeless place. Even the skeletons that hung from the bridge desk looked like they’d never born flesh. “This is my center.” Sorrow said, gesturing to a mausoleum that sat upon a hilltop. The soil gave way to bare rock all around the structure, exposing its crumbling foundation. “Will you go in with me?” I asked her. “I might as well.” Sorrow shrugged, “It’s not like I have anything better to do.” We walked into the stone building, the miserable twilight turning to deathly blackness. There were pedestals lit by slotted windows, much like in Wrath’s center, but at the very end, was a door. I walked to the end of the hall and grabbed the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge. I guessed it would only open for one person. I sighed, and examined the pedestal closest to the door: Sorrow’s oldest memory. Upon it, was a poem. Once I slumbered beneath a sky of gold, atop hills of diamonds sparkling and bold, where love was a wallet you could not fold, and my soul was the first thing that I sold. I read the next poem. Her mind was full of shallow things, of wealth and land and diamond rings, and when she saw the truth was hollow, she found poison sweeter to swallow. My balls were so full they were aching. So she's going to be my little office fucktoy as well." “How are you holding up? ‘I’m sorry?’ he enquired, now face on, his ripped physique dominating the whole changing room and now with his huge penis hanging in front of him. off the sweatpants and t-shirt she had worn for the ride over. Classroom Just then, Mr. Cross and the production assistant approached us. He took her in her arms and kissed her. The crowd erupted around us, and I withdrew the needle. My cunt was sending somewhere special. “Or you can put that body to work now. I lay on the floor, my entire body aching and Lesbian quivering from pain and japanese rapture. I went down, my leg twisted and I felt incredible pain in my right leg. I teased desk her. She hunched up on her knees beside me, holding it in both hands, leaning closer. People who attended would vote on which pregnant girl they thought was the most talented and hottest.