3.

Faze: Slow-paced and Gothic.

Around her thirty-five years old.

And loves shiny objects.

I met her in a night club with Ann. She had a crush on me and I was staright at the time.

"Hey beauty! I can see your boring face from a mile and you look like you could use a HELPING HAND."

"Sure. I wanted to take a little stroll anyway.."

Straight and open. And we matched up pretty well. After that, Faze came home a few times. We browsed a bit. We talked about our secrets.

"Hey beauty! If Damien was not your thing, could I have a chance?"

Without forgetting her desperate begging to be my thing. But I kept telling her that I was straight and that I had a boyfriend. So, our relationship never escalated to something bigger.

"Your thing called 'Damien'; I saw him flirt with boys. Do--"

And when she tried to warn me once, I reacted horribly. I did not believe her. And that broke our thing. And that was two months before my break up. And the last night we spent with each other, we had a last drink as a last farewell.

To make it more special, we took both a pill Faze brought from her family. She told me that it was a pill to KILL EMOTIONS. Laughing at the stupidity, we took it as a joke and drank it, heart content. And now, I am starting to realise what really happened.

Each time I strongly felt an emotion, it simply died.