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"I continue write because I write for myself, not for anyone else."

— One of my Life quotes as an author

Enigma - Year 1

Enigma Series Masterlist

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Y e a r O n e

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a crash followed by a curse can be heard inside a suburban looking house. it was white in color and had two terraces and only one balcony. inside the house, we see a woman, seemingly in her late 30s, with her face scrunched up in pain as her right hand held her left one. she looked at her left hand only to hiss in pain and shake it as if it hurt.

“you alright, ma?” the woman turned around to see a boy, in his early teens, looking at her in concern. the boy had some features of the woman which mad either clear that they were mother and son. “i'm alright, hun.” a weak smile appeared on the woman's lips as she hid the fact that her left hand hurt from her son. “why don't you go wake kenzie up? she had a rough night,” the woman suggested as she turned back to what she was cooking. “ren can do that,” the teen replied as he neared his mother. “here. let me help you, ma.” without even waiting for a response, he took the frying pan and spatula from his mother's hands and nodded at the chopping board. “why don't you just chop the ingredients and i cook?” he suggested which made his mother smile and kiss his cheek. “thanks, hun.” she then went to the chopping board and grabbed a knife before carefully cutting what needed to be cut. “no problem, ma.”

a second later and yet another teen emerge from the hallway of the house. “what's for breakfast, mom?” their mother barely had time to even react before the first teen turned around and pointed at the new teen with his free hand. “you, ren, are going to wake kenzie up.” ren raised an eyebrow at his seemingly older brother. “all i asked was what we were eating for breakfast, ralph and why do i have to do it?” ralph turned around and looked at ren with deadpanned eyes. “mom and i are cooking, dad's in the shower still which leaves you to wake our dear sister up.” ren looked back at ralph with equally deadpanned eyes. “i just was what was for breakfast.” the woman, their mother sighed and stopped chopping. “ralph, ren stop it. ren, go wake your sister up, she had a rough night and ralph—” said teen flinched at the sharp tone his mother used. “don't be so mean to your siblings.” the town teens then sighed and mumbled a sorry as they went on their way, ralph cooking and ren on his way to wake kenzie up.

said girl was peacefully sleeping when a sharp knock followed by a threat — “kenzie, wake up or i'll drench you with ice cold water.” — interrupted her much needed sleep. a groan escaped her lips as the young teen refused to wake up but she knew that her brother wasn't joking with his threat which made her groan even more. “i'm up! i'm up!” she shouted to her brother as she merely later on her bed, staring at the ceiling not wanting to move just yet. “you better be or else you'll have to walk all the way to school!” fuck. she forgot that day was the first day of school. fuck. it's the first day of high school. shit. with that realization, she shot up from her bed and stumbled to her bathroom, cursing as her feet hit her study table. a laugh can be heard fading from her bedroom door as ren began to walk away while laughing as he heard his younger sister curse like a sailor. “shut up, you twat!” she yelled to her brother only to flinch as her mother yelled back. “mckenzie caitlin snow!” yup. she was screwed. and it was only seven in the morning. wait. seven? even more fuck. “sorry, mother!” she yelled as she finally got to her bathroom and set out to take one very quick bath.

not even five minutes later, footsteps can be heard running down the stairs as kenzie emerged from the hallway. “sorry ma. i overslept.” said woman just sighed and gestured to the only chair directly across from her. it seems as though the rest of the family was already sitting in their respective seats at the dining table. sheepishly, she sat down and the family was finally able to eat their breakfast.

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“stay safe!” their mother yelled as the three siblings went inside their oldest sibling's car. “we will, ma!” ralph yelled back as ren and kenzie both waved at their mother before they were on their way to their school. the ride was silent as neither of the three wanted to speak to each other. ren and kenzie promptly decided to just look at their phones and scroll through social media. “you excited for your first year in high school huh, buttercup?” ralph asked as he tried to get both of his younger siblings to start talking. mckenzie sighed and offed her phone, knowing that she wouldn't be able to escape the conversation. “quite frankly, no.” ren smothered a snort as ralph's face fell at her answer. “why not?” ralph pestered, trying to get her to talk more. mckenzie sighed and turned to her brother as he continued to drive ignoring how ren offed his phone and leaned back to his seat, clearly enjoying the conversation. “ralph, i'm fourteen going on fifteen and i'm like, what? 5'8"? everyone's going to make fun of me.” both her brothers fell silent at that. it's a known fact within the neighborhood that the snow siblings were tall for their age. it wasn't weird for the boys because boys were naturally tall but for kenzie, it was quite a problem. being 5'8" and a 14 year old is very, very weird and more often than not, she gets teased by it. not that she cared though. her friends made sure to remind her that she's amazing no matter her height and age but when you're starting out your highschool, it's quite hard not to be scared of being made fun of for being tall. it wasn't as though there aren't other girls that's tall in the school, it's just that kenzie just felt weird to be as tall as she is. it's a insecurity of hers. “kenzie, you won't be made fun of—” ren started only to be cut off by mckenzie herself. “would you look at that? we're already here. time to go,” she said in a rush as she opened the door just as her brother began to slow down at the sight of the school nearing. “wait, kenzie, no—!” she didn't wait to hear what her brother was saying as she close the door and speed walked her way to the school. what a great way to start out the semester. a sigh escaped her lips as she tried to find her two best friends while also going to the place all freshmen were told to go to.

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“there she is!” mckenzie turned around and smiled as she saw her two best friends run to her, with their hands together. it was hard to miss kaitlyn's purple hair. “hey girls,” she said as the two neared making the three burst out laughing at the inside joke. mckenzie looked at the two — ignoring the insecurities that came creeping when she had to bend her head to look at them — and smiled. “would you look at that? we're in highschool!” kaitlyn said excitedly as both her and sally laughed in response.

the three girls met during their middle school years and quickly became quick friends that slowly turned to best friends thoughtout the years. mckenzie, to this day, always looked back at their first meeting fondly and couldn't help but feel glad that she met the two. “you're excited about that? i'm here wondering why on earth they even allowed you to dye your hair purple at such a young age!” mckenzie exclaimed which led to the three of them laughing again. “you know her, kenz.” sally nudged her with a smile as she nodded at kaitlyn who was showing of her hair in a way that made the two smile and nearly laugh again. “she has 'her ways',” sally continued as the two of them laughed only to laugh even more when they heard kaitlyn huff in faux annoyance.

“children, children.” the three friends looked at each other in confusion before they turned to look at the stage only to smile widely at the sight of their school's principal, prof. rowan. he was their class adviser last school year and safe to say, he was a good teacher. not too strict but strict enough. “welcome to your first year as high schoolers!” he yelled making them all cheer, well, all but a select few. mckenzie's eyes searched the whole area they were in noting how most, if not all, older students came to watch their ceremony which made her even more nervous than before. her eyes then caught a familiar figure which made her flinch and look back only to see nothing. a sigh escaped her lips. come on, kenzie. get your head out of there. “you alright?” a hand placed itself on her shoulders making her flinch and snap out of it. “yeah, yeah. sorry, i thought i saw something.” she ignored the worried looks she received from kaitlyn and sally and proceeded to listen into prof. rowan's announcement. “as per tradition, each and every one of you, children will be divided into the three divisions based on your skills. the artistic division—” cheers and yells can be heard straight ahead making all of us look up to see the artistic division cheering. “the athletic division—” this time, the cheers came from their right. “and finally, the academic division—” surprisingly, the academic division only nodded and clapped their hands politely as a majority continued to stare at the freshmen to try and deduce which of them would be in their division. “i wonder what division i'll be in,” kaitlyn whispered to her and sally making the two turn to look at her and shake their heads. “you're either in the artistic or athletic,” sally replied as if it was obvious which it was. out of the three of them, kaitlyn was the most athletic and let's not forget how she's also very artistic with her singing and dancing skills. said girl blushed and began stuttering before she pointed at sally defensively. “well, if you seem to know, what division will you be in?” mckenzie raised an eyebrow before shaking her head. “i'd either be in the artistic one or the academic one.” sally stilled as she slowly nodded. “oh yeah.” while kaitlyn was the most athletic and skilled in singing and dancing, sally was skilled in painting and arts and was very, very smart. “what about me?” mckenzie asked not with curiosity but with humor. the deadpanned looks she received made her blink and tilt her head. “kenz, you're obviously in academics—” sally then cut kaitlyn off. “or in artistic with your writing skills.” the two looked at each other and shrugged missing how mckenzie stayed silent at their words. that's right. all she was good for was her smarts and nothing else. the thought made her bitter and hate herself but she hid it with a laugh and smile. “of course.” sally and kaitlyn failed to notice the bitterness in her tone or how her eyes seemed to dull as they conversed within themselves, mckenzie not bothering to join in or listen.

“hansen, sally!” said girl jumped at the sound of her name before slowly moving forward after being reassured by her friends' smiles. every stayed silent as she walked, most marvelling at her beauty and while others in bitterness at her figure. out of the three of them, sally had the most fans with her kind personality and her smarts as well as her cuteness. sally neared the stage and went up only to be met with prof. rowan's smile. she returned it shakily as she put her hand on the seemingly floating orb in the middle of the stage and watched with bated breath as the orbital began to glow and assess her. a few seconds later the words “artistic” floated above the orb and for all to see. the said division cheered as they welcomed their new member with cheers and smiles. while she was smiling and clapping for her friend, mckenzie was internally panicking as she knew that there was little to no chance that she'd be in the same division as her friends. “howard, kaitlyn!” the purple head girl smiled shakily at her which made her nudge her softly. “go on,” mckenzie whispered to her which gave her enough courage to strut her way to the stage ignoring the stares of awe and respect she received from her courageous front. kaitlyn then did the same thing as sally and got the same result. she, too, was in the artistic division. oh, fuck. her eyes met sally's and kaitlyn's from their spot at the side of the stage where all divided students were place for their second division and she smiled shakily. soon, her name was called.

“snow, mckenzie!” the tall girl gulped and carefully hid her panic with a calm facade as she slowly but surely walked to the stage, her head high and her face not showing anything. she nodded as she passed by prof. rowan before her eyes began to scan all that were watching her. her eyes met her brothers making her look back at the orb and sighing. she slowly put her hand on it and watched with a sinking feeling as the orb began to glow yet again only for her division to stare back at her. “academics” stared back at her as her eyes met with her friends. she ignored the claps and respect she received — getting into academics was a hard challenge for you need to be incredibly smart to do so — as she desperately tried to hide her sadness. oh, no. she was in a different division from sally and kaitlyn. oh, fuck.

she numbly walked back down the stage and ignored the sad looks she received from sally and kaitlyn. her dull eyes met with a teacher's eyes as the teacher smiled at her. the woman looked at the board she had and smiled back at mckenzie. “ms. snow, you'll be in section 1.” the words shocked the teen but kenzie nodded back either way. “thank you,” she whispered to the teacher as she moved to the space all section 1 students were located in, noting happily how sally and kaitlyn were there as well. maybe highschool wouldn't be that bad.

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"Every once in a while, I feel sad that no one cares about what I write then I channel that sadness into motivation and continue writing."

— Life as an author

"We're kids expected to act like adults. Treated as a kid yet scolded when we act like one. We're not adults but we can't act like kids so what do you want us to be?"

— Life as a kid

"You're loved. Never forget that."

— You are loved.

Who would've thought?

[Warning: Some swear words ahead]

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Soulmates. People who were destined to be together. Some say it's a myth. Some say otherwise. But one thing stays the same. Every person on this planet has the chance to meet their soulmate. It was obvious from the initials seemingly tattooed to their wrist since their birth.

It was every little children's dream to meet their soulmate and get together with them. After all, they were meant to be, were they no?

"Are you listening?" The words snapped a brunette out of her thoughts as she looked up to see the gazes of her friends. She finally registered what they asked and smiled sheepishly. It was obvious she hadn't been listening. Her friends merely rolled their eyes at this, already used to her zoning out every so often. "Come on, Mackenna. Stop zoning out," One of her friends, Sapphire spoke as she she gently shoved Mackenna as a joke. A laugh escaped Mackenna's lips as she shook her head. "As if you can say anything Sapphire. You zone out every class!" Her retort caused laughter to erupt between all of them as they knew just how true Mackenna's words were.

After they calmed down, Kaylee, one of Mackenna's first friends, decided to ask the question that was burning on all of Mackenna's friends' mind. "What were you think about?" The girl in question said nothing as she merely grabbed her left wrist and began to rub the initials that were seemingly tattooed on it. Her actions were an answer in it of itself. A somber silence took place between the six friends as they all remembered one memory.

While Soulmates were really common in their world, there was still a possibility that you won't meet your own soulmate. Besides, even if you do find out who they were, it's not an absolute possibility that you'll get together. That was the ugly truth that the the friends came to a realization back when they were but freshmen and Kaylee... Well, let's just say, she found her soulmate yet her soulmate continued to be together with another girl and Kaylee was forced to only be friends with the guy she was supposed to end up with. Cruel, ain't it?

Marlene, one of their friends and a junior by one year, decided to break the somber atmosphere. "We should get going. Mathematics is our next class." Laura and Kaleb — both in Marlene's year and Kaleb being the only boy between the six of them — nodded mutely in agreement. Sapphire cleared her throat and nodded. "Yeah, you should go. Ma'am Jennifer isn't the kindest to late students." The three juniors nodded before going to the direction their Mathematics class was held in, leaving the three seniors all alone as two of them wondered how to handle this situation.

"Kay—" "We should go." Kaylee didn't give Sapphire or Mackenna a chance to speak as she cut them off and began to walk to their next class. Sapphire and Mackenna shared a glance and the former gave the latter a small, encouraging smile knowing how the latter felt guilty for basically bringing the subject up. Even if it had been years since then, it was still a sore subject for Kaylee. After all, her soulmate did basically left her for a girl he wasn't supposedly destined with. It was...tragic. A sigh escaped Mackenna's lips before the two then followed Kaylee to their next class. It shouldn't have been this way. Kaylee was supposed to get together with her soulmate. That had been their plans since...since the moment they found out about soulmates but of course, fate wasn't on their side.

"Okay. Class dismissed." The words erupted cheers from the class as they all began to pack their stuff. That class was their last class of the day and quite frankly, all of them were ready to go back home and take a rest for forever. Among the class were Mackenna, Kaylee, and Sapphire. They were three of the few people who decided to stay behind and do whatever. Mackenna was packing her bags when a movement from her side caught her eyes. She glanced up only to see their class heartthrob, Miles Johnson Bailey.

M. J. B.

The same initials tattooed on her wrist. Yet, somehow Mackenna had a feeling he wasn't her soulmate. She didn't know why or what but she just knew for a fact that they weren't meant to be. No matter how many times they unknowingly "flirted" with one another. They weren't actually flirting, they were just talking. That's all. But her friends didn't believe her and continued to tease her with Miles. As if they could ever be "the one" for each other.

Miles felt someone staring at him before looking back to meet Mackenna's eyes. Her cheeks flushed at being caught but Miles wasn't judging. In fact, he sent her a warm smile before turning around and leaving. "If that wasn't a sign that you two are meant to be, I don't know what is." Mackenna blinked at that and turned to see Kaylee and Sapphire smirking at her. "How many times do I have to tell you?" Her response ended with a small laugh despite her seriousness. "Miles and I aren't each other's soul mates!" Mackenna exclaimed as she ended her response only to roll her eyes as she saw both her friends unconvinced. "Yeah right," spoke Kaylee as she adjusted her hold on her bag. "Tell us, Mackie. What's the initials tattooed on your wrist?" Mackenna didn't even get the chance to answer as Sapphire did that for her. "M. J. B. Which also happens to be Miles' initials, mind you."

Mackenna rolled her eyes at her two friends before shouldering her bag. "Just because he has the same initials tattooed on my wrist, doesn't automatically mean he's my soulmate." A scoff escaped Kaylee's and Sapphire's lips. "I'm serious. Besides, he probably doesn't have my initials tattooed on his wrist," Mackenna defended as the three of them began to walk outside the class.

"You act as if you don't have a crush on him." Fuck. As much as Mackenna loves her two friends, she wished they weren't as sharp as they were. How the hell did they know she had a crush on Miles? Was it that obvious? Oh god. What if the rest of the school finds out? No! That would be bad. Real bad. Especially considering their school's record of having a lot of drama. You must be wondering why she's panicking. It's just a crush. But it isn't. No matter how much she denies it, Mackenna is hopelessly in love with Miles. The only reason she denies it is because she has this imagination that if she denied it then maybe they could get together? It's silly, she knows. But she's young and in love. And because of that, even when it was obviously silly, she still believed in it. Because she's in love with him. So hopelessly in love, it hurts. If everyone found out... That wouldn't be good. "Don't worry. The only one who knows are the two of us. You hid it pretty well," Sapphire comforted the panicked brunette only to fall on deaf ears as Mackenna stopped at the sight before her.

She felt as if she couldn't breathe. It was like the walls were closing in on her. Like her world just suddenly stopped spinning. She wanted to puke and cry then puke again. Her throat already felt dry as she continued to stare at the sight that met her eyes, not knowing how her usually lively brown eyes went blank which concerned her two friends. "Mackie?" The said brunette snapped out of it as she heard the call of her nickname. "Yeah?" She mentally cursed as she realized the blank and almost broken tone she spoke in. "Are you...alright?" A sharp glare was sent in Kaylee's direction as Sapphire began to ask if Mackenna even looked alright to Kaylee by the use of her really expressive eyes. It was like she was screaming at Kaylee through her eyes.

Mackenna on the other hand stayed silent as she let one lone tear fall from her eyes before reaching out and wiping it. "Yeah, I'm fine." She wasn't. God, she wasn't. Why was she even trying to hide it? It was obvious she wasn't. But she knew the answer to that. Mackenna had so much pride that she refused to let anyone see her weakness even when it was so painfully obvious.

"You sure?"

"Definitely."

No, definitely not.

"You don't look so good..."

"What are you talking about, Saph? I'm just as fine as I should be."

Why? Why do I hide?

"If you say so..."

Her friends were obviously not believing her as she didn't even turn to look at them but knew better than to ask. They knew that no matter how much she's hurting, Mackenna would still continue to hide it. No matter what.

"Look guy, I'm fine."

I'm really not.

"There was just something in my eye."

I saw something I probably shouldn't have...

"It's nothing too serious though."

It makes me want to sob and curse everything.

"You don't have to worry about me."

But I won't tell you...

"I'll be just fine."

Because...

"I always will be..."

I'm afraid you won't care...

I always have been...

With that, Mackenna turned around and smiled at her friends before patting their shoulders and going the other way. The long route to the exit of the school. Despite Mackenna's words, Kaylee and Sapphire were both still worried about her. They've never seen her that sad before... The two looked at each other before turning to try and locate what Mackenna saw only for Kaylee to growl and for Sapphire to gasp.

There, in the middle of the hallway, stood Miles and Leah...in lip lock.

"Mackie. If you're hearing this, please call back. Kaylee and I have been worried about you. Please, Mackie..."

Mackenna listened to Sapphire's voice mail but did no move to call back like what her friend wanted her to do. After Sapphire and Kaylee saw what happened, they tried to catch up with Mackenna but the said girl ran her way outside of school, tears in her eyes and rain pouring as if to mourn with her. They hadn't heard from her since. You see, that school day not only had been their last school day of the week but also their last school day before spring break which meant that Mackenna didn't have to go back to school for a few weeks which was fine by her. More weeks to spend mourning about some stupid crush. But she knew it wasn't a stupid crush. She loved Miles from afar. If only she'd confessed before that... If only...

But Mackenna didn't want to ponder more on if onlys, mostly because it'll end up with her crying, as she continued to stare blankly at the ceiling of her bedroom. Her family was worried about her. Sure, they've seen her sad and heartbroken before. This wasn't her first crush after all. But they hadn't seen her so... so heart broken. And it's safe to say that they were lost on what to do. It wasn't helping that Mackenna refused to tell them the reason of her heartbreak. Like always, the brunette was too stubborn to admit that she was hurting. Damn her stubbornness...

"Sweetie," Her mom called from the other side of her door. "Open up, I have your dinner." Ah, yes. Dinner. Ever since she was heart broken, she never came down for food or anything which lead to her mother giving her the food herself. A sigh escaped Mackenna's lips. "I'm coming." She flinched when she heard her voice crack from the lack of use before slowly standing up. She then walked to the door and opened it to stare blankly at her mother who desperately tried to be positive. "Hey there." Whatever response her mother hoped to receive from her daughter didn't come true as Mackenna continued to stare at her mother before grabbing the plate of food and the glass of water. Her mother didn't argue as she watched Mackenna place the plate and glass somewhere before returning to her with the plate and glass her mother gave her for lunch a few hours ago. Mackenna took notice of how her mother tried not to frown as she noticed a portion of the food not eaten. Clearly, Mackenna hadn't been eating well.

Her mother opened her mouth to say something but was cut off when Mackenna closed the door. The brunette heard her mother sigh before turning around and sitting down, her back on the door. She knew how worried her parents and siblings were. But she couldn't help it. The image of Miles kissing someone else was still on her mind and didn't seem to be leaving any time soon which made her mood even worse. A laugh erupted somewhere outside making her perk up in curiosity. She slowly stood up and walked to the window of her room. Mackenna looked below and to the road of her neighborhood only to see kids playing. Oh. A sigh escaped her lips and she was about to go back to her sanctuary when she noticed a boy pedaling across her neighborhood with a bike. Curious yet inspired, Mackenna grabbed her flannel before walking downstairs. "Mackie? Where are you going dear? It's nearly 7!" Mackenna didn't respond to her mothers worries as she walked outside the house and to the garage. "I'm going biking! I won't be long!" Was all she said to her family before she, too, began pedaling across her neighborhood like the boy she saw before.

Mackenna closed her eyes as she felt the wind brush her face and a sigh of contentment escaped her lips. This was definitely refreshing. Her eyes snapped open and light seemed to appear again as she continued to bike. After days of being isolated in her room, fresh air was what she needed. A smile graced her lips as she began to close her eyes once more.

"Watch out!"

The warning had her snap her eyes open and quickly stop her bike. But she wasn't fast enough as she came in contact with another bike. The two bikes and it's riders fell on the ground as no one was fast enough to react to the sudden gravity. "Agh!" Mackenna laid on the road as she desperately tried to process what the absolute fuck happened. She then sat up slowly, groaning in pain as she does so before looking around and widening her eyes at the sight of the groaning boy beside her. "Are you alright?" She asked the boy as she helped him sit up. "I will be," The boy spoke softly which was cute. Wait, hold your horses. Cute? Mackenna get a grip on yourself! "Why were you biking with your eyes closed anyway?" The boy's question had her flush in embarrassment before crossing her arms in defiance.

"If you saw me biking with my eyes closed then why did you hit me still?" She shot back in defiance, too annoyed to understand what she just said. "Well excuse me for not having expected at girl biking with her eyes closed to appear from the turn i was about to take!" The boy retorted not in the mood to be pushed around by some girl. Mackenna realized what she just said and flinched. "Sorry."

The boy blinked at Mackenna's immediate change of attitude. He expected her to have shot back another argument but apparently he was wrong when she apologized. He took noticed of the flush on her cheeks and the sincerity in her beautiful eyes and couldn't help but note how cute she was. Okay... What the fuck did he just think? Hold you horses man. This girl was definitely beautiful. A beautiful girl like her definitely has a boyfriend... Wait, why the hell was he sad about that? She was just a stranger! A beautiful stranger... Okay, it was official. He hit his head too hard on the ground.

"It's alright," He spoke which shocked both Mackenna and him. The two didn't expect him to let it slide. In fact, both of them were expecting him to continue arguing with her. But something about her made him change his mind... "What's your name?"

"Why would I tell you?" Her response had him roll his eyes before glaring at her. "When I get into an accident, I'd rather like it if I know the name of who caused me to be in an accident."

Mackenna huffed and decided that there was no harm to it. After all, she wasn't in a mood to argue right now. "Fine then. I'm Mackenna, Mackenna Clara Sullivan." She reached her hand out to him for a handshake and took notice of the curiosity and excitement in his eyes. "How about you?"

"Matthew Jonas Black at your service." He reached out and shook her outstretched left hand with his right one as he smiled, which she mirrored.

M. J. B.

Wait, M. J. B.? Could it be...? Her eyes flickered down to his wrist only to see a familiar set of three letters.

M. C. S.

A bright smile graced her lips as her heart soared. She had found her soulmate. What a turn of events. Unlike Miles, Mackenna had a feeling that Matthew was her soulmate and he seemed to agree as he grinned. "Nice to meet you, Soulmate."

A laugh escaped her lips as she nodded back at him. "You too, Soulmate."

At that moment, things seemed to be all well. Somehow, meeting Matthew made her forget the heartbreak called Miles Johnson Bailey and that made her happy beyond belief. Even if they were both still sore from the fall or if her friends and family were probably worried out of their minds for Mackenna, being with Matthew just felt right.

'So this is what it feels like to be with your Soulmate Huh?' Mackenna mused to herself as she sat there, on the cement road, grinning widely at the boy named Matthew Jonas Black.

Yes, everything was all it should be.

"You know, when I thought of my soulmate, I didn't expect her to be crazy enough to bike with closed eyes."

...And they were back arguing again but this time, a small smile were both on their faces as they realized just who they are in each others lives.

They were soulmates.

Who would've thought that it would take one crazy stunt from Mackenna for the two of them to meet?

Unexpected Turn of Events

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Bored. Supremely bored. That was what she was feeling as of that moment as she watched the rain fall from her window seat, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands. She watched the rain fall and stared at the raindrops on her window. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned her eyes from the window and to the hot chocolate in her hands. Blowing it slightly, she took a sip before leaning her head back to the wall behind her.

It had been raining for quite a while now which dampened the girl's mood. While she wasn't the most outgoing of the bunch, she did, however, wanted to go outside particularly on that day but fate wasn't on her side it seems as the rain fell right asleep she was about to leave. A few minutes later, she found herself in her current position. Curled up in her window seat, a cup of hot chocolate in hand, and a blanket around her to shield herself from the cold that came with the rain. Not to mention she was bored out of her mind. Her eyes flickered over to where her vast collection of books were and was tempted to read or re-read a book or two but she knew she'd probably give up on it halfway. Yeah, that's right. The bookworm, also known as the girl is so bored, not even books can help her. Oh the horror!

Her thought process made her crack a smile before she shook her head at herself. Boredom and Isolation really made her weird. She wondered what she could do. Her eyes raked her entire apartment as she tried to find a way to keep herself entertained, all the while taking a sip from her mug. What to do? What to do?

As she was finding something to entertain herself, padded footsteps can be heard coming from the hallway making her perk up with a smile. Whatever it is, it clearly wasn't a threat as the girl seemed relaxed despite hearing the footsteps. "Hey, baby. Slept well?" She cooed at the seemingly jogging pup once the pup was near her. The pup was a black and white Havanese pup and was a cutie as well. The pup smiled at the sight of her owner before jumping up and landing on the girl's laps making said girl laugh. "I missed you too."

The girl — a blonde of average beauty, if she does say so herself — smiled at her pup before finishing her mug of hot chocolate. She placed it down the small table she had near her before readjusting her sitting position so that she was no longer slouching and rather sitting up. The blanket moved and we finally caught a glimpse of what she was wearing. The blonde wore a baggy sweatshirt and a short to go with it. Her hair was in a messy bun as she nuzzled her face on her pup's exposed stomach. "Cute baby," She cooed as she smiled at her pup who smiled back, her tongue sticking out. Her pup then sat up and licked her face making her laugh and lean back, holding her pup in place so the pet doesn't fall. "Stop it!" She exclaimed through her giggles which made her pup stop licking her face and tilt her head. Before the blonde could even comprehend what was happening, her puppy ran off somewhere. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat up from her window seat. The blonde began to stretch and yawn as she realized how long she had been curling up for.

Blinking the tiredness away from her stunning crystal blue eyes, she put on her flip flops before walking off to follow her puppy. Who knows what would happen if she left her puppy alone for long? "Cookie? Where you, baby girl?" She called out for her pup, momentarily smiling as she called out the name of her pup, Cookie. It was childish, she knew but the moment she saw her pup, cookies were the first to come in mind which then led to her name. She walked around her apartment to try and find her pup but to no avail. Where could have Cookie ran off to? The blonde furrowed her eyebrows as she began to worry about her pup. Yet, she need not worry any longer for instead of finding Cookie, the pup found her.

A sigh escaped her lips as she stared at her mischievous, nearly a year old, pup who simply tilted her head, not knowing that she had basically almost made the blonde panic. "Don't scare me like that," She spoke softly as she began walking over to Cookie but the ever so mischievous pup only smiled before running off somewhere. Not really in the mood to run, the blonde owner merely just followed her pup, not bothering to run. She wondered where Cookie was going to as normally the pup doesn't run off...unless she wanted to show her something. The thought made the blonde curious as she quickened her footsteps.

Her crystal blue eyes caught sight of Cookie's furry leg turning around a corner to — wait, that's the storage room. Why was Cookie going to the storage room? Even more curious, the blonde followed the pup and put a hand on her hips as she watched Cookie put up her paw on the storage room's door as if to will it to open. Mentally melting at the cute sight of her baby, the blonde snapped out of her trance before going over and opening the door for her pup. Cookie was obviously overjoyed at this and she immediately dashed inside the moment she was able to. "At least wait for me." A laugh escaped her lips as she followed her pup. Looking around the room, the blonde was suddenly hit with a rush of nostalgia as she looked over the many "trash" inside the storage room, all of which she didn't have the guts to throw away. After all, each and every one of these so-called trash held great value in the blonde's heart and she simply couldn't let them go.

Her amused eyes slowly began to haze as she recalled all of the meanings behind all of the items. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she forgot that her pup was there as well. She only ever remembered when her feet felt something furry hit her. Looking down, she saw Cookie look at her making the blonde smile sheepishly in awkwardness. "Sorry, baby." It was also in that moment that she noticed that Cookie was standing in front of a box filled with yet another set of items she didn't have the courage to throw away.

"What do you have there?" She asked softly as if Cookie would be able to answer, all the while she slowly began to crouch down to get a better look at the box. Cookie didn't respond as jshe merely put up her paw on the box as if to tell her to look inside. Sighing, the blonde crossed her legs underneath her so she was sitting in a more comfortable position. She then gestured to her lap and Cookie immediately obliged, moving to sit on her lap yet again as the blonde began to look into the box. It didn't take long for the blonde to realize that all the items in the box were her "souvenirs" from her school that she stayed in since the start of middle school to the end of highschool before she transferred away for college. The school has always been close to her heart, closer than her college school had been, for she had met many people and made friends. In that school, she learned to open up and let people in which greatly helped in the making of the woman she was today. She rummaged through the box, finding things that made her wish she was young again but was careful not to hurt Cookie.

The blonde smiled brightly as she looked at the elegant black necklace box. She opened them only to grin even wider than before as she saw the necklace inside. The necklace wasn't anything fancy. It was just a simple necklace with a blue heart in the middle. She lifted the necklace in the air as she stared at it in awe. "I forgot I had this," She muttered to herself before looking down at her pup who stared right back at her. "What do you think? Should I?" Seemingly already knowing what her owner was asking, Cookie merely licked her face in agreement which made the blonde laugh. "Okay, okay," She spoke as Cookie stopped licking her. The blonde sighed before putting the necklace around her neck. She marvelled at the simple beauty of the necklace before looking at the box only to furrow when she saw a note inside the necklace box. Grabbing the note with great delicacy, she put down the necklace box before opening the note and smiling at what was written in an ever so familiar scribble.

I thought you'd like the unnecessary gift.

~ E. C.

Tears gather up in her eyes as she continued to smile. He actually went out of his way to buy her a gift when it wasn't an occasion. How sweet. She put the note on her lips and kissed it as the tears fell from her eyes. Guilt swallowed her whole when she remembered how she only merely grabbed the gift years from his hands and didn't even open it until now. All because she was petty and jealous... Just how foolish had she been?

Looking down, the blonde put the note back in the necklace box before snuggling to Cookie. "You made me cry. Why did you bring me here?" She asked her pup through her furs but was never the less grateful Cookie led her here. It just reminded her of something she had to do... Something she had to fix...

Cookie obviously wasn't done yet as she got out of the blonde's hold before nudging the box again and turning to look at the blonde in the eye. The blonde merely stared back with her still teary eyes before sighing and looking at the box again. This time, the one that caught her attention was a worn down photograph. Still feeling numb, the blonde slowly but surely grabbed the photograph and held it with so much care as if it would break if she didn't.

The picture was of two children. Possibly teenagers, around 15. Both of them were wearing uniforms. The girl of the two wore a beautiful light blue button up classic above the knee length dress with a light blue blazer with a dark blue trimming and the school's emblem embroidered on the left pocket. She also wore dark blue stockings and a lightly blue shoe with a small heel. She was a beauty. Even as a teenager, or so it seemed, the girl could be considered gorgeous. She had light hair, blonde it seemed and stunning blue eyes. The girl was standing near a boy with her posture straight and hands behind her back. Her face wasn't all that expressive but anyone can tell she was happy from the glint in her eyes and the quirk on her lips. The blonde who stared at the photograph knew exactly who the girl was. After all, how could anyone forget what they looked like back then?

She then looked at the boy and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Unlike the girl, unlike her, the boy had no problem with showing emotions as he smiled brightly in the photo. Yet the bot wasn't smiling at the photo, she was smiling at the girl, fondness and excitement clear in his face. The boy wore the same blazer as the girl but instead of a dress underneath, the boy had light blue pants and probably a random shirt inside the blazer. Though, the boy also had the same shoes as the girl, minus the heel of course. The young blonde woman who stared at the photograph almost wanted to cry right then and there yet she didn't as she turned the photo around to see two different handwriting, one was a scribble and the other a beautiful cursive writing.

“No matter what.”

Éric and Amélie

5th year and 6th year, respectively

The writing had the blonde, now known as Amélie, cry silently as she put her head down, her tears landing on the photograph her somehow, it wasn't ruined. How? She didn't have the time to think about it as she put the photograph aside and hug Cookie who didn't complain one bit. Everything came rushing back to her as she remembered her so called Highschool sweetheart, Éric. The were one of the school's power couples despite Éric being a year younger so it was a surprise when they found out they broke up. If only they knew that the reason for their breakup was because Amélie got jealous over Éric's friends which promptly led to the two arguing and breaking up... Tears fell ever faster from her eyes as she cursed her young self. A sob escaped her lips as she pressed her face on Cookie's fur. The breakup, despite being years ago, still hurt for Amélie as Éric was the one who convinced her to open up... To be the woman she was today... And she ruined her chance of happily ever after just because she got too insecure. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Éric probably hated her now for being too clingy, too needy, too insecure but it wasn't as if she could help it. After all, her childhood bullies did make it so she'd always doubt herself... Amélie took a deep breath as she finally removed her face from Cookie's fur. "I'm sorry, baby," She cooed softly as she ran her hands through Cookie's fur. The pup merely shook her head and left. Cookie's actions confused and hurt Amélie but didn't bother to follow the pup as she stared at all the old school items around her, her hand subconsciously clasped around the necklace. She noticed how all of the school items around her were mostly form Éric and if not from him then it's an item that holds a memory with him in it. A broken chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head. "How foolish of me," She spoke to herself, referring to her old self before getting ready to store all of it and leave it alone like she had done all those years ago. But, before she could do that, Cookie came running in with something in her mouth. She ran over to Amélie and placed down the item only to reveal it's a phone before nudging Amélie and nodding to the phone. Confused, the blonde slowly picked up the phone and looked at Cookie in confusion. The pup seemed to roll her eyes, if that was even possible, before putting her paw on the photograph and more specifically, on Éric.

Understanding what Cookie wants her to do, Amélie shook her head. "No. Besides, he probably changed his number since then. It has been years," She immediately denied only to fall silent at Cookie's stare. Defeated, she sighed. "Fine, I'll call but he might not answer anyways," She spoke as she began dialing the number she hadn't failed for years.

Hearing the familiar ringing, she placed the phone to her ear and stared at Cookie as the seconds passed. The blonde seemed to be saying that she knew that he wouldn't pick up to her pup through the use of her eyes yet the pup stood strong. Rolling her eyes, Amélie took a note of how Cookie could be so stubborn sometimes before realizing the the phone has been ringing for quite a while now. As it reached it's final ring, Amélie slowly began to pull the phone from her ears, trying to hide her disappointment despite the fact she expressed that she didn't want to call him a few moments ago but then—

"Hello?"

The familiar voice made Amélie's eyes widen as it registered in her mind. Despite it being years, Amélie knew that voice. It was definitely Éric. She also noticed how his voice grew deeper but didn't dwell on it that much. No, rather she was too busy panicking that Éric actually answered her phone call. Sure, she wanted to talk but what was she supposed to say? What if he heard her voice and knew who she was before just hanging up? Or worse, what if he began yelling at her the moment she revealed who she was? What if?—

"Look, if this is a prank, I'm not in the mood right now, I'm too—"

Amélie glanced at her triumphant looking pup, momentarily rolling her eyes before responding to Éric, not really think much about it.

"Éric?"

Silence came from the other line which made Amélie nervous. Oh great. Now he knew who she was. She shouldn't have said anything! But then again, if she didn't, Éric would have hung up...yet he is silent. Too silent. Her eyes widened. What if he's too shocked right now and once he realizes it's her, he'll start yelling? She had to hung up. But she can't leave without a small goodbye...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called I—"

"Amélie?"

The way he spoke her name so tenderly like all those years ago made her almost want to cry. Tears already in her eyes at the mere sound of her name coming from his lips, she nodded but then she remembered that he couldn't see her.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Why are you calling?"

Because I miss and still in love with you.

Those were what she wanted to say but she didn't dare utter any of that as she stayed silent. Sure, what she thought was the truth but not the entire truth. After all, she had been practically forced by her pup to call him. Not that she'd tell him though. She'd rather not have him think her as crazy.

"Amélie?"

"Uhm..."

It was one of those times that Amélie hated herself. Really? You're calling your ex and the only answer you can think of to his question is uhm? Wow, Amélie. Just wow. Just great. Fantastic. You're doing great, honey.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. I just— I should go—"

"Wait!"

His voice stopped her from hanging up as she waited for him to continue. Yet he never did. A sigh escaped her lips.

"Look, I'm sorry to bother you, I'll just—"

"Do you want to meet up?"

Amélie swore she stopped breathing as she heard the offer her ex gave her. Sure, she heard it was bad to go back together with your ex but they were only meeting up. It wasn't as if they'd immediately get together. No matter how much she wanted to. While Amélie still love Éric, she's more cautious now. She didn't want to feel the pain of heartbreak again. Not when she wasn't even fully over the first one yet. Realizing she had yet to answer, Amélie smiled as she does so.

"If I say yes, are you going to stop cutting me off?"

A laugh resounded from the other line making her heat soar. It's been too long since she'd heard his laugh. Too long.

"That's a yes."

"Then I agree."

Her immediate answer caused Éric to smile in relief, not that Amélie knew. Like Amélie, Éric was also still not over their breakup and meeting up with her might just fix all their ties. Even if they won't go back together, at least they'd have each other back in their lives and that was all they needed.

"I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow then."

"You don't even know where I live."

"Trust me, Amélie. I know."

"Have you been stalking me, Éric?"

"I thought it was romantic."

A laugh escaped Amélie's lips as she shook her head, not knowing how her laugh caused Éric to smile widely from the other end of the line.

"I'll just see you tomorrow at 8, you dork."

"See you then."

With that, their phone call ended with the two young adults smiling widely as if they were still teenagers. Amélie glanced at her pup and ruffled Cookie's fur. "Thanks for that, baby," She spoke as she slowly stood up. Amélie looked at Cookie before looking around the storage room, an idea in the making. Her crystal blue eyes glanced at the door and smiled. They still had plenty of time before they go to sleep. "What do you say we redecorate our apartment?"

A bark followed by laughter can be heard coming from their apartment as the pair began to grab the items in the storage room to use for their redecorating.

Who knew that was started out to be a boring day would have such an unexpected turn of events?

"THE WORLD EXPECTED HER TO BE THE DAMSEL, so she went up and showed them how to be a Queen."

— A woman's motto

"I'm sorry for not being who you thought I'd be."

— Random Quotes

"I love you!" He practically screamed as to make his point go across.

She shook her head as she smiled softly, suppressing the tears that were about to fall as she took his hands. "But you love her more."

And it was true.

No matter how much he wanted to love the woman in front of him, he loved someone more. It was unfair.

He closed his eyes as a sob escaped his lips. "I want to love you," He whispered as he placed his forehead on hers.

"I know," She whispered back with a sad smile. "But we aren't to be."

With that, she left him.

"I was always in love with you. You were just too busy loving her to notice that."

— Excerpt from a story I will never write

"Did you know?" He asked the moment she took a seat next to him.

She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Know what?"

"Don't lie to me," He snapped before sighing when he noticed the fear in her eyes, guilt swallowing him up. "Did you know? Know that she was in love with me?"

She hesitated for a bit. "Yes."

A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled his legs closer to him, tears threatening to fall. "I really messed up didn't I?"

"You did," She said bluntly as she stared at her crying brother not exactly in the mood to comfort the boy who broke her sister figure's heart into pieces.

Her words only caused him to cry further as he realized once more that he just lost the person who loved him the most. All because he was too blind to see the love in her eyes.

"You're a devil!" They exclaimed as they watched her with fear in their eyes.

"Oh, honey," She spoke softly as she stared at her enemy dead in the eye, a smirk on her lips and bloodlust in her eyes. "I'm no devil."

Before her enemy could even blink, she was already right next to them and leaning to whisper in their ears.

"I'm the Queen of Hell."

Satan is coming for me- 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀

"It's cute how you think I'm a pawn when in reality, I'm the Queen."

— Amelia Moon

Another HP Headcanon Cuz I felt like it lmao

I honestly feel like that once Hermione became Minister (Let's face it, the girl is suited for the job) she'll have this law that before the acceptance letters get sent to each and every wizard, someone has to check through all the address and make sure that where they sleep in isn't like a "Cupboard under the stairs" or something like that. Cuz let's face it - Hermione loves Harry (Like a brother!) and she doesn't want anyone to go through what he did so she made that law just so that if ever the living space of the magical child isn't satisfactory or something like that, they can be taken away to a good home or maybe she'd start an Orphanage for Magical Children wherein NO ONE GETS ABUSED and like everyone - especially Harry and Ginny - likes to donate to that orphanage.

AND ALSO - I just imagine Hermione talking to Prof McGonagall (Or whoever is the Headmaster of Hogwarts) to make it known that all teachers have an open door policy wherein all students can go to them and just talk about their problems - this is so that if ever a child doesn't want to go home and has a good reason, they can go to a teacher and it'll be handled so that there's not going to be another Voldemort case or something like that

I dunno, just thought about it and yeah

[09:03 AM] valentines special: heartbreaks with friends

"can we petition to remove valentines as a holiday?" my friend slurred her words through tears. "i hate it. it sucks."

i shared a look with my other friend. there was three of us in total in this friend group and one of my friend was going through a major heartbreak.

apparently, her crush had only ever considered her as a second choice and she's been heartbroken ever since.

the thought of it made my blood boil.

how dare that man play her feelings as though she was some instrument he could play with? he'd led her on, making her believe she had a chance only to abruptly say he never liked her in the first place. not only had he broken her heart, he'd also made her feel so humiliated and oh my god, if i see that man-

my other friend cut in, breaking my thoughts. "you only drank soda," they deadpanned. "why on earth are you drunk?"

"i don't know," sobbed my heartbroken friend. "i'm sad - leave me alone!"

we shared another look and sighed.

she was a mess. and that was the kind way of putting it.

ever since we'd heard the news, we'd went to her apartment only to see her eating junk foods and soda in her bed wearing the same pretty dress that she'd planned on wearing for him. it's only been a few minutes since we'd arrived but it felt like it's been hours.

"you poor baby," i sighed and sat next to her. "come here."

like a child, she went to my embrace and wailed, ranting about her horrible love life while my other friend removed the trash in her room.

"what did i do wrong? why can't he just see me? i've been waiting for him to see me for years and i'm so tired but i can't move on-" she cut herself off with a sob. "-i - i'm so pathetic - i hate this but i can't move on! i love him but he doesn't love me and it hurts so much!"

there was little i could do. i've never been much of a romantic having given up on love a long time ago. whatever coping mechanism i can suggest won't work on her.

in the end, i just settled on distracting her.

"you've done nothing wrong. he's the asshole," i said before ushering her to stand up. "now come on - you're wearing such a pretty dress, we can't let it go to waste now can we?"

she followed me outside aimlessly. "where're we going?"

my friend came out of the kitchen with a picnic basket they'd prepared. "we're going out," they said, giving me some items to hold. "if that asshole can't take you out on a date you deserve then we will."

emotional as she was, she broke into tears at our kindness.

"i love you guys!" she wailed as we sighed.

"we know," i said for the two of us, going to hear to fix her appearance. thank goodness she wore waterproof makeup. "we love you too, bubba. let's go celebrate this stupid holiday all alone because fuck men, really."

"not literally though," my other friend cut in teasingly lightening the mood.

she laughed. "thanks guys."

"yeah, yeah." i rolled my eyes jokingly, ushering the two of them out so we can finally go have a picnic. "let's go."

and with watery laughter, we decided to forget the asshole who'd broken our dear friends heart and celebrate the holiday with platonic love because, really, platonic love was so much better.

perhaps in another year, we'd find someone to romantically spend the holiday with. but that's for another year.

for now, we're all together.

broken-hearted, yes, but together nonetheless.

and that's good enough.

J.jh

Its not that without you i wouldn't have struggled, but i could've had something to hold on to

If what i saw instead of nameless faces were your eyes, I think i would've cried less

Had i rested on your shoulder i would've replayed your scent each time they pushed me

Amongst my chase for spotlights, countess bruises but i would've smiled with your touch that burnt through my skin and fear

Drinking cups of black chaos investing in perhaps my downfall on white sheets; had i known you would feel emotion because of that ink maybe nights wouldn't be restless

Thorns from flowers i could not share with you, I swallowed

Sunsets that never painted over you, I betrayed

A half moon stitched with remains of a tune i still try to recognise lies upon a sea that seems to shrink with time

I am eager for that encounter which will leave me empty forever ,cursing the day when you will finally smile at me and i will realise

How it is not the same for you

The walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loved..

Ya know I really want to type out happy things. I want to write that I'm happy, my grades are up, my attendance is top notch, my professors are amazing, haven't been sick in a while, that I'm FANTASTIC!!

But that's the thing, I'm not. And I know that there's quite a lot of people out there right now, probably not reading this, feeling this way.

I'm scared. Simply put, I'm scared.

I'm so scared for what's to come that I'm not able to live my now and I dont even know what even IS coming..

My 2nd sem starts tomorrow, and I tried to open my book and I just blank. I dont know what I'm going to do in class. I'm scared to even drop my course, because if I do, what next? What new course can i do? I cant not have a college degree, right? Will I be okay if I dont have a college degree?

I've been tried so hard to catch up to something that I dont even know, I've forgotten whom I used to be..

But if you closed your eyes, does it almost feel nothing's changed at all ...

There are these small pockets, small moments when for a small while I forget about my impending doom and I feel calm. Just for a little bit.

Then the walls come tumbling down again...

Tell me how am I gonna be an optimistic about this ..

Take me in your arms (Miss Heroin)

By: unknown

So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass

LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,

And someone,pretending to be a true friend,

said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin".

Well honey, before you start fooling with me,

Just let me inform you of how it will be.

For I will seduce you and make you my slave,

I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves,

You think you could never become a disgrace,

And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.

So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,

you'll take me to your arms very soon.

And once I've entered deep down in your veins,

The craving will nearly drive you insane.

You'll swidle your mother, just for a buck

You'll turn into something vile and corrupt,

You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm

And feel contentment when I'm in your arms.

The day you'll realize the monster you've grown,

You'll solemly swear to live me alone.

If you think you've got that mystical knack,

Then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots,

The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot,

The hot chills and cold sweats and withdrawl pains,

That can only be saved by my white little grains.

There is no other way, and there is no need to look,

For deep down inside, you know you are hooked.

You'll despretly run to the pushers and then,

You'll welcome me back to your arms once again.

And you will return, just as I foretold!

I know that you'll give me your body and soul.

You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,

And you will be mine 'till death do us part.