The bad memories often come back to you in your nightmares, disturbing the once peaceful moments of life.I was always a firm believer of love.Growing up, mom and dad had loved me, pampering my little self to such extent that it was impossible to live without them. Once, I tried to lock myself in the room all angry just because mama hadn’t bought me my favorite chocolate, but then daddy came running with a bag full of sweets and candies.Those days were the best days. No sadness, nothing. As time passed slowly, everything crumbled down, leaving me in utter emptiness.That day when he brought me to visit my dad, the naive girl within me thought he was going to let us live but I was wrong.Extremely wrong.He killed daddy infront of my eyes, slowly yet with immense torture. With daddy, he killed my soul as well. “Celestina?”Stay with me. The film was on repeat, cruelly. His dead gaze had erased me from this numb world. There was nothing I could do. Only to blame myself.The biggest

Zachariah;Her eyes.Her slightest touch.Everything was intoxicating and addictive. My body yearned to be eaten up whole by her. She was a sweet yet sour candy who everyone wanted to swallow.It was wrong but it felt so right. That day when she had been conversing with those three guys from the other school, had sparked something within me. My hands ached to rip off there arms away from her. It was as if jealousy had consumed my insides.Was I that jealous? She was dangerously occupying my brain.The feel of her lips still lingered on mine. She was one of the dominant kind who wanted to have her way with everything. And I? I let her claim me like a piece of desperate human I was. Sighing, I took a bite of the chilli nugget burger.“-Zach are you even listening?”Tilting my head, I starred at Scarlett who had her both eyebrows arched at me in confusion. “Were you even listening to the rant?” She asked with a hint of anger to her tone.“Huh?”“Zach when are you gonna start acting li

All of my life, I stayed away from people thinking if I ever got close to them, they would get hurt.Boy, I was right.Father died infront of my own eyes. His men that came to find me were shot dead in an unknown valley. Mother didn't care about me. Ares is god knows where or maybe dead?I hissed under my breath. “Ugh, nuisance.”“Got something to say, Miss Vidal? mind telling the whole class?” Our lab instructor cocked an eyebrow at me. Giving him a forced grin, I shook my head, “just thinking that you could look even more decent if you'd stop wearing those huge sponge bob specs.”Instantly the whole class erupted into laughter whilst I could see a trail of red steam coming out of his ears. “Out, Vidal.”“Oh please. I’ve heard this sentence a millions time. Try something new and I’ll gladly leave.” Leaning back, I checked out my fresh flowery manicure that was done by Flora herself, a few hours earlier.“Should I call your mother?” he gritted out as he adjusted those hideous specs. “

Few hours had passed by.At first Zachariah showed me that he had completed half of the project without me knowing, ofcourse.His notes were detailed and the descriptions of the thesis was extra.Then his mom had came by to pass us some snacks as we studied and surprisingly, I learned about a few topics but Maths was something I couldn't grasp my hands on.For the past few minutes I was stuck on the very same question he had just taught me how to solve it moments ago. My brain being the slowest couldn't understand it at all.A groan left my mouth as I banged my head against the table, “Stupid Maths. Who even fucking invented this piece of gross numbers.”A chuckle brought me back from my depressed trance. Lifting my head up, I saw Zachariah looking at me from under his glasses with an amused expression.An open book resting inbetween his hands.“Having trouble?”“What does it look like then? fun?” Grumbling, my eyes flickered back on the paper. The question making my patience slip awa

“The ocean?”Zachariah hummed, looking away. Red tint covering the whole area of his cheeks.We both had left the basement since it was getting a bit hotter with time. Right now, we were seated on the same bean bags but on a different floor. The floor of Zachariah's bedroom. “Why?”“Uh, I don’t know. I have always loved the fresh sea breeze.”“Oh? Really? Well for some reason the color of eyes reminds me of the sea and the greenery within in it.” I blurted out with a small smirk latched on my face. His head turned towards me, wide eyed. “Eh, stop exaggerating.”“I’m quite serious though.” I shrugged, giving him a playful glare.He shook his head and mumbled, “but some people say that I have weird and scary eyes who lure people away.”A gasp left my mouth. “What-?! no way. Who the fuck said such thing?”“N-No one.” He sighed and stood up.His feet led him to the attached balcony.“Zar, you can't let people talk to you like that.” I scoffed whilst mimicking his actions.I walked and st