I guess that it has become quite normal. Every now and then we see some little girls crying in the darkest corner of the playground. They were victims of a deadly bite. The cure never arrives completely, only a box of a smile or two. They cry every day and night.
It all started when a special boy looks at them, looking charming and full of hopes and dreams. It’s like a jellybean at first is sweat and innocent but then turns acid and after… flavorless. When the girl gets to the first kiss… the poison starts spreading… and the bug bites. The girls get caught in that web of feelings… and when they notice… it’s too late. They have the final sentence… a broken heart.
I guess that it has become quite normal. Every now and then we see some little girls crying in the darkest corner of the playground. They were victims of a deadly bite, the bite of the love bug.
