I, to this day, remember meeting a girl like Mori (yes, also with big tits), in my early days in highschool, she was almost like a carbon copy of her, liking rap music when everybody had a thing for some crap we call reggaeton here in south america, she was, of course, also bullied, I extended a hand to her because i wasn't popular myself, but after a few months I guess she took it the wrong way and asked me out, I rejected her because I was so insecure that I thought my non-existant popularity was gonna drop even lower if we dated even if i liked her and how free she was compared to me, not caring what others think and always smiling.... after some time things got akward (motly me) and we drifted apart (mostly me again ignoring her hi5 messages).
Now after almost 15 years I saw her again at the mall, she looked defeated, fat, 2 annoying kids who would throw a tantrum in public and a husband who has no problem calling her a dumb bimbo... the spark in her eyes was so fucking gone it was sad, for what I can gather from the little chat we had, after i ran away like a pussy she started to look at herself in a less than favorable light, so she changed for the worst, thanks to her having massive tits she got a partner who she tells me was the worst first time ever since he never cared about her and made it hurt all the way until he came inside and even had the face to be angry and tell her she should be on the pill already. It was guy after guy saying nice words to her and she believing them since she never had that positive interation from strangers until one got her pregnant and her father threatened the guy to be there.
She never told me she hates me and i could, for a brief moment see that spark she had when she talked to me. To be honest I would take her in if it weren't for the kids.
