for the likes jacking off winter freedom

"Why aren't you doing the moves?"

It was a ethnically ambiguous slightly overweight girl with smooth skin in the seat behind him.

"Why aren't you doing the moves? Like everybody else." she asked again.

"I didn't know I wasn't doing them," he said."

"You aren't." she pointed at his hands. "See."

He looked down. He was indeed not doing hte hand moves. Instead he found his hand around his cock,

jacking off

.

After he came (ontop of the bald man's head in front of him) he groaned and then zipped up his pants.

"Well why aren't you doing the moves?" he turned the question back to her.

"I quit last

winter

."

"What made you quit?"

"He seemed sadder. Or something. Like he was no longer happy."

"I thought that too."

"Is that why you aren't doing it right now?"

"Probably."

The sound of the bus filled the silence between their utterances.

"Everybody wanted him to be happy. Even after he wasn't." He said after the pause.

"That's how the world seems to beat you down."

The stop for his school finally came. He left with the swarm of students and could feel her eyes watching his back. He hoped to see her again. He had never seen her on that bus route before. But he rode it mutiple times a day. If he kept riding, he'd probably run into her. Eventually.

That evening, at home in bed, he saw her getting murdered. The Blue Man had posted a video of him strangling her to death. It was getting many likes, but also many people were condeming the act. How could anyone do something like that? And for the likes? A lot of people said it was protected by the

freedom

of speech. Others argued that it violated the freedom to life.

A tear drop fell against his cheek. Then he watched the video three more times before trying to fall asleep.