“Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
– George Bernard Shaw

Love
noun
An intense feeling of deep affection
verb
To feel a deep romantic attachment to (someone)
But love and to love is more than just knowing their definition from the English dictionary.
Love is more about feeling and showing.
Love is more about taking chances and risking it all.
Love is more about sacrificing yourself for the happiness of the one you love.
Love is more about being happy for her and because of her,
Because sometimes you need to be happy without her loving you back,
Which is why love is about finding the joy in sadness,
Finding the joy in goodbyes,
Finding the joy through the pain.
Love is more than just loving someone despite their imperfections,
Because love is loving someone and their imperfections.
Loving needs no other reason other than you love them.
As if an invisible force, unbeknownst to anyone, pushed you towards that someone.

But even with all that, Love is still unexplainable and unpredictable.

Chandler Rose, the class awkward loner in the past, plans to turn his life around and be somewhat social least. Never feeling the emotion love before, he plans on experiencing it all starting now. Join him on his journey through his high school, full of ups and downs. From finding what a friend truly is to what love truly is.

On trying to apologies for a phobia you never had.

Language has always had a context that transcended normal issues people face when they try to learn, frankly quite erotic and pleasing on their own, without the context of social values placed on those languages. Most people, at least when they're in high school, have an ability to take care of a very unique opportunity: learning a foreign language with the complete support of their parents, and the ability to speak with other "etudiants en parlance". Things like finding porns in that language come as second nature to them, so those who are fetishists outside of my own situation, have a lot the help of fellow users of the language they want to learn. I battle feelings like "why is finding a porn in French important, when I could completely learn French, and then find a porn in that language?"

Porn, especially erotica, is not some language in itself. Its a story of people as much as country music is noted for, without some context of political conservative personality, trying to force my lesbian relationship back to a straight American 19th century.

Learning French was never something I could do in high school.

Outside of the flow of pages on duolingo and memrise, it would probably still be the case do to an extra special level of effort I have taken to learn as much French as I can, before I decide to attempt suicide again. Every day it feels like I'm living on borrowed time. Every day there is always someone that tries to suggest me things like why I should learn German or Spanish instead of French. Outside of certain online friends, and parents learning Spanish, I would be in the exact same language. In my life, it seems more society specifically doesn't want me learning French.

It's like my ex room mate still continues to haunt me after we had left each other. Her finding ways I was francophobic (even though she was the one making slurs against the French) was bad enough. Combine this with the fact that, with every effort I made to even learn French, to dare I say, become less ignorant about French things, she was always there to give me some stupid lesson on French, despite her only having learned it a couple of times after high school.

She says things like "why don't you only spend ten minutes a day learning French on duolingo." After a while, it became obvious, her goal was not me learning French, it was quite the opposite. Same as every other American thing. And the most egregious thing, is the French seeming to contribute to their own discrimination by Americans. Even their own "French Lover" wanted to do everything they could to make their life that much more liveable.

For me, French was a suicidal movie actress. Play in enough Joan Of Arc movies, hide yourself behind enough Latino makeup, but in reality be closer to German than Italian or Spanish. Hiding your own sense of cultural confusion through elitism and alienation from others. Believe me animated French movie, I get this more than even you understand yourself. But unlike my ex girlfriend, I'm not going to make assumptions about how you feel about Americans, especially not anymore. I simply want to settle down in the same parlance as everyone else. Try to make it through, just one more day of the week.

Even growing up, it seemed like there were issue that made me subconciously not want to learn, despite there being no obvious things against it. For me, watch enough fantasy movies with incompetent fantasy princesses, and you start wondering how much of these Canadian actresses revel in the idea of death more than you yourself do, and simply not having the resources to make their own guillotine.

But for me, the associations of different names, after female fatales, acted a a kind of emotional ghost that seemed to continue haunt me as I continued to find a fantasy movie that was worth watching. And this isn't just a French name thing, it was a Latino name in general. And most of the Latino movies I did find, were pulpy and zorro esque in nature. But I'm incapable of believing in impossibly good characters like Superman and Zorro, or the Scarlet Pimpernal.

And I'm left in a state, where my desires to learn French, become an animated obsession in their own right, giving me a tour through Paris and Alsace, finding girls I absolutely want a romantic relationship with, and finding their making the same kind of slurs against me as my very American (although she'll be more than happy to tell you how "across the world" she is, with her seemingly untrained, and non knowledgeable language ability she has) did so every day, while using slurs like raunchy sexy time talk.

I'm ready to write that out of my life.

But I have no more chalk to give. Instead I carve language like a shiv meant only for hardcore criminals, while doing nothing by drawing paintings in my blood of life. Of different scenes from the nineteenth century. Trying to apologies for some Francophobia I don't have.

Even though I never hated the French.

It was impossibly good people. Yet now I was, after the guillotine has dropped on your lovely neck, spending the rest of my life with you, like some transgendered quasi - mode of human existence, until I rot and turn to dust. Lusting after an executed Esmerelda.

Before the second civil war, that broke the broken American Union into several smaller national units.

Set in the fictional Tennessean city of Chatlanta, where virtual reality is being newly developed, and the line between dreams and reality blur. A writer who has a hard time finishing a story, is in search for love.

The playful hacker accidentally courts an assassin/spy for a rival US micro-nation, and decides to rebuild her dead acquaintance to give her a second chance. Interspersed are dreams about being hunted by cannibalistic serial killers, and essays about the nature of the game-design industry.

Author Note: This work is half way finished,  the next half is being plotted.

To truly love someone means to allow them to see you in your most vulnerable state and to be completely okay with that. I'm sure reading that one sentence can cause some apprehension and the thought can be absolutely petrifying. Love can be a scary thing but not always.
Love can be unpredictable, one moment everything could be going great and the next thing you know love can have you lying face down unsure what hit you. We've all gone through some form of heartbreak which leaves you wondering if love is worth the pain but true love is worth everything you've ever been through.
There is always going to be some kind of worry attached with love, because deep down everyone is looking for the same thing. Someone who makes their day better, someone who sees everything you hate about yourself and is going to love it all. The hope of finding someone that puts in as much effort as you do, that has the capability to love you like you love them.
Don't let one person ruin you or turn your heart to stone. Don't try and see the bad in something good, embrace it and don't push that person away. Don't let the fears of the "what ifs?? or "could have been?? keep you from finding happiness.
 
You have to believe that you deserve the kind of love you hear about and I'm not just taking about the kind of love that Hollywood emulates or social media shoves down your throat. I'm talking about the love that makes you feel the most comfortable, that heals the worst pain you've ever been through and puts a smile on your face when you think about the future.
Heartbreak has the power to turn a person who once embraced the idea of love and convince them to put bars around their hearts. Don't do this, don't lock your heart up with so many locks that even you yourself can't figure out how to release yourself.
Fear can ruin a person. It can ruin absolutely every chance you have in life to do anything. Don't let that fear push away love forever.
I promise you that you are loveable, and that one day you will find the one person who makes it all make sense. Love is never going away so it makes no sense to shut yourself off from it.
One day you'll be so happy you gave that person your phone number, which led you to say yes to that second date. It may not be this person but eventually you'll start to feel what real love feels like and one day you're going to bravely tell someone you love them and you won't have to worry or be anxious because they're going to tell you that they love you too.You're going to find that love that you have so willingly given out to others, and you're going to receive the love that you deserve. It will be everything you could ever dream of and so much more.Yes love can be risky, but anything worth having in life sometimes requires you to take a risk. You won't always get it right but when you find the right one whose heart speaks to yours in a way you never thought possible you'll be thankful that you took the risk on love.The risk will be worth taking when you find the one that you can't picture living life without. Take your time and don't rush these things but just remember that once you find your person, you'll be thankful because love really is worth every risk.

When your heart is broken it is the saddest thing in the world. All your energy leaves you and everything in your life seems to lose all meaning. You gave your heart and soul to this love, and now it is no more. How can your heart ever be whole again? There is a very deep thought attributed the Mystical Rabbi of Kotzk, "there is nothing as whole as a broken heart". Although a broken heart is painful, it brings a person to turn to God. He realizes that he is ultimately alone in the world except for God who is always there to comfort him.

A story about a journey to love yourself no matter who you are and where your from. Being confident in yourself, trusting yourself, accepting yourself for who you are and finding your true identity to love yourself. 

Ahhhhhhh!!! I still can't believe this....my crush has a crush on me!!! is this reality?....oh no no !! I've got more important things to worry about.... how should we prepare? how do we find the witch? how do we beat that Medusa? what should I do! what should I do!!!
"Leeya!!! DO YOU NEVER SEE THAT DAMM CLOCK IN YOUR ROOM? DO KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!!??? EAT YOUR FOOD FAST!!! YOU'LL BE LATE AGAIN!!!"
"Yes mom!! I'm almost ready!!"
*___________*
"What happened Lee-san? you look happy"
"You told him didn't you? Sayo-chan!!"
"Sorry!! but you seem to be happy!! something happened!! tell me!!"
"I can't believe it!! he has a crush on me too!!"
"I thought you already know"
"WHAT?!!? YOU KNEW !? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?"
" shh!! don't shout!! you don't want the whole school to hear, do you?"
" umm...no...but why didn't you tell me Sayo-chan?"
"Geez !! I thought you knew!!"
"so how did you come to know?"
"he told me to the walk back home-"
"from school"
"oh! Hey Koutarou-senpai !"
"ohhh!! Hey Kou-kun!!"
"Lee-san? Koutarou-senpai? you walk back home together?"
"umm... it was just yesterday... isn't it, Kou-kun?"
"yeah...it was just yesterday"
"ohh!! okayyyy!! I'll believe you"
"Sayo-chan!!"
"what!!?? I'm just kidding!! I believe you!!"
"okayyyy bye...see you after school, Lee-san!"
"yeah okayyyy!! byeee Kou-kun!!!"
*___________*
I came to that shed as planned and ! I still can't think of anything that'll help us defeating or finding the witch... ughhhh!! I'm useless!!
"I'm totally useless!!"
"No you're not!! Stop talking ill about yourself!!"
"Umm... Kou-kun? When did you come?"
"Just when you were talking ill about yourself"
*pats my head*
oop- I'm blushing...
"Oh hey Leeya and Kou!! you're already here!!So let's start planning and try to get somewhere"
"yeah...sure!"
"okay then... let's just think of where can a witch live"
They might be living in forest...like the movies and books... should I say that? I don't know what'll be their reactions!! okay..let's just say it!
"Umm...they might be living in a forest... I'm sorry...I just read too many fantasy books"
"Oh!! no no!! don't be sorry Leeya !! that's a really good answer!! it's shown in books and movies that a witch might be living in a place where humans can't reach her...any other options? Kou? you wanna say something?"
" I was thinking... what if that witch is clever? and she lives within us like normal human without us noticing? what if we already saw her but didn't know that she was the witch?"
"hmmm..yeah... you might be right...then what should we do? we can't just start finding without any clue"

~TO BE CONTINUED~

This story is about a girl named Leeya Makoto. She loves to annoy people around her. She is also a great lover of fantasy. She has a crush in school who is 2 years older than her(she's in 10th grade)...Her days go normally until the group of there had to team up after receiving a email... Read to find out what happens



It's been a week since The Qye left Suttern and a week since Elleryn's punishment was conducted, she is held down inside her room, guards standing firm in front of her door to keep her inside. 

 
 

Only Yoani allowed getting inside with food for Elleryn but she can only be there for ten minute, the guard will drag her out of the room if she stays longer than that. Elleryn never felt that she was being punished, even though it is quite hard for her to be kept inside a room all the time, she never felt alone. 

 
 

Spirits keep her company and the chirping of birds near her window keep her calm and soothe her mind, besides, she knew the reason why Rydan never tried to visit her, the council had dictated every move he should make, making it impossible to leave his duty as Crown Prince. 

 
 

Or so the spirit said. 

 
 

Elleryn's eyes wander to the drawers by her bedside, as if being pulled by an invisible force, she drags her feet towards it, hand reaching the top drawer, where the book had stayed. Elleryn trembling fingers open the drawer gently, eyes finding the white cover of the book staring at her, taunting and challenging her to try to touch and open it. A shiver ran down her spine, a proof of the power that still lingers around it, protecting the book. 

 
 

What is it exactly? 

 
 

She was about to touch the book when suddenly someone barges into her room. 

 
 

She turns around, finding a man in his mid thirties, white orbs staring deep into her soul, pale skin glowing in the night, just like the way his white straight silver hair catches Elleryn's attention. Elleryn creates an invisible barrier around her without the knowledge of the man, but she catches him smirking at her as his eyes start to examine her room. 

 
 

"Who are you?" 

 
 

"A dragon sacrifices itself for a fairy?" he licks his lips, eyes still wandering around the room. 

 
 

"I ask who are you" her voice no longer calmed, visible warning laced her words, as both her eyes flickering with murder. 

 
 

"A fairy who threatened the king" he wondered, this time finding Elleryn’s eyes and facing her head on. 

 
 

"I ask-" 

 
 

Within a second he stands in front of Elleryn, breaking the barrier around her, hand clasping her neck cutting her oxygen. 

 
 

"Who is still alive and dare to question my existence", he said, excitement and intrigued plastered his face, finding all of it hard to believe, chuckling with visible ridicules staring down at her, he’s smiling from ear to ear, about to tighten his grip when suddenly he is sent across the room and crushed into the wall, the wall crumbled down around him, proving the strength he has all along. 

 
 

He lays on the floor for a few seconds while Elleryn catches her breath, she immediately strengthens her barrier, this time she knows what he is so she can face him more prepared. 

 
 

A vampire? 

 
 

Inside Suttern? 

How come? 

 
 

He stands up, a cut near his lips, drawing thick red blood from the scar, he licks the trickling blood, while smiling at her, white eyes flashed with amusement. 

 
 

"It's true then, the strongest creature," his eyes light up with something, something dark Elleryn couldn’t quite decipher. He chuckles, but then he tilts his head to the side, before a smile plastered his face. 

 
 

Elleryn glared at him but she never expects the next word he said next, the word that shattered her belief. 

 
 

"Help me", he said. 

 
 

 
 

 • • ⊱∘────·❅·────∘⊰ • • 

 
 

 
 

"Come with me, I will give you everything Suttern couldn't offer," he said, staring into Elleryn's eyes. 

 
 

"Freedom? Life? Protection? I can give you all, if you stay with me and help me make Suttern fall," he said, smiling ear to ear, showing a display of perfect pearly white teeth with sharp fangs. 

 
 

He tilts his head, seemingly confused with the way Elleryn chooses to stand up against him, but he ignores her behavior. There's significant important things he needs to do in front of this girl and little time to actually do anything to her. 

 
 

He needs to convince her to be on his side. 

 
 

Standing against Suttern. 

 
 

"I heard that you can't have a family of your own?" Elleryn flinches at that and a triumph smile form on his face. 

 
 

"I think it is ridiculous, you should be happy like other fairies out there, running around the forest, bathing yourself with energy and power," he licks his lips, eyes glinting with something Elleryn can't figure out. 

 
 

"Instead, you choose to prison yourself inside this room? Until the day you die? Don't you think that's a little too unfair?" he takes a step closer, but a stronger barrier stops his movement. 

 
 

He chuckles for a few seconds, shaking his head in disbelief. 

 
 

'She is undeniably strong. Suttern is smart indeed.' 

 
 

"Don't you think it is time to break the invisible chain that bound your family with this so-called werewolf family? Don't you want-", he taps his chin, seemingly thinking hard, "how do I put it, break free of everything? Simply live?" Valon chuckles. 

 
 

"I can definitely give all of that to you. Just help me make Suttern fall down, as a King, the very first thing I will do is break the deal, hmm? Don't you think it's a good deal on my part? What do you think?" he said, eyes searching the expression he could catch from the girl in front of him. 

 
 

Who seem reluctant to show any type of expression. 

 
 

But she actually flinched when he said ‘live’. As if she isn't at the moment. 

 
 

Live. 

 
 

Isn't she already alive? 

 
 

'But how come I feel otherwise.' 

 
 

Elleryn stood there staring at him in silence, frustrated, he hissed at her and closed his eyes to calm his breath. 

 
 

"I will give you time then, think about what you can get and free yourself of,”' he said while examining his nail, “two months from now, on the day that mutt finds his mate, I will wait at Eyions Lake, so you better show up or I will have to force you to come with me," he said with an expectant look on his face, before he turns around and leaves the room. 

 
 

He hesitates a little to leave, after all it took him almost a week to kill that lion creature to get inside the Suttern. Fortunately, there was a loyal witch that he could summon to take down that cat within a few minutes, it also makes him wonder what exactly that cat was protecting. 

 
 

Well... He can't ask since it's dead now, can't he? 

 
 

He takes a glance at the two guards who stare off into nothing. Hypnotized by him, Valon sighs. 

 
 

"Better come with me or I will have to take you for myself," he whispered, smiling widely. 

 
 

 "Then I will never let you go," he chuckles in the dark.

“-that's the only thing I could do, because I could never give you more”, Rydan continued, low enough to be heard only by her.
Elleryn nods her head, before answering in the same low voice intended only for him to hear.
“I know,” Elleryn takes a glance to her side and smiles up at him.
“because I could never ask for more,” she said.
• • ⊱∘────··────∘⊰ • •
The marriage between the Daughter of Qye and Crown Prince of Suttern needs to be fulfilled. It was all part of the deal the two countries had made a long time ago, in order for Qye to be saved from any possible threat of war, Suttern gained permission to keep the strongest creature under their shelter. The first daughter in each generation of Qye.
Love is not expected between the two. Especially, because the Crown Prince will have to find his mate someday.
But a heart is not something a Crown Prince could control.

When you spend time with your friends, time passes quickly. Shradha felt that her 3 months vacation was well spent this time. Between her 2 part time jobs, endless supply of science fictions, online gaming and Nishant, she completely had no time to think of loneliness. They say empty mind is the devil's workshop. Shradha used to fill up the empty and lonely feeling in her life by parties, guys and other useless things. But she would always end up feeling more depressed in the end. Previous semester break was unbearable to Shradha because of all these things. But this time things were different; she had a friend who genuinely cared about her. She had a target to achieve and things to learn. After the serious discussion with NIshant on the other day, Shradha had started thinking about her future. In one of the sessions, she had discussed with Neeta about her confusions. Deciding to take control of your life is easier compared to figuring out answers to questions like 'how' and 'what'. 

"Having confusion about your future is natural. Some people figure it out in the early stages, while others take time to understand themselves and their priorities. It is perfectly fine to be in that state of mind. 'What do I want from life?' is not an easy question and hoping to find answers in a definitive period is stupidity. People spend a whole lifetime in finding answers and you are stressed here thinking that you don't know what to do in life. Give yourself a break and focus on finding out more about yourself; who is Shradha? what do YOU like to do when you are free? What interests you? What is boring? What is worth your time? Would you rather party or travel? Friends or family? Try to find answers for these questions and figure out your priorities. No one is holding knife under your throat for the answers; so take your own time and work in your own phase. Sometimes ignoring the roaring question in your head and focusing on other things can get you answers. So do that! Enjoy this college life. Believe me when I say this - this is the best phase in everyone's life. You have to live your fullest. This time will never come back." This is what Neeta had said. 

So Shradha had decided to understand herself better first and then try to find answers for other questions. She was going to read more, learn technologies sincerely, travel a little and of course spend time gaming. Although it started as a way of escaping reality, Shradha was realising that she really liked gaming and she did have the skills for online gaming. So second year of Engineering was going to be fun! 

While Shradha was feeling good about her summer, Nishant was listening to Sheela's endless lectures. Although he had a pretty good feeling about the vacation, Sheela was stressing out that time wasted in 2 months had to be compensated in the coming months. She wanted Nishant to join some technical courses during the holidays, but he had wasted his time running around with Shradha in the name of part time job. So Sheela used all possible ways to tell Nishant to focus on his studies once the semester started. She knew Nishant would not listen to her if she spoke about Shradha. So instead of saying bad things about their friendship, Sheela focused on Nishant's emotions and spoke about their dreams for him and how they would be heartbroken if Nishant fails to fulfill their wishes. This was indeed emotional blackmail and deep down Nishant knew what his mother was trying to do. But his attachment towards them and his fear of disappointing them was stronger than all other emotions.

****Ongoing re-write****


‘Agar Tum Saath Ho’ means ‘If you are with me’ in Hindi. These simple words could explain how shradha felt about Nishant. He was her sole source of energy; He was the only person who could sense her emotional distress and calm her down easily. He was her best friend, her guide, and also whoever she wanted him to be. To Nishant, Shradha was like a breath of fresh air. She always pushed him beyond his comfort level and helped him rediscover himself. She was his strength and also his weakness. 

Shradha was the girl who was considered as ‘bad influence’, while Nishant was the ‘good guy’, who was role model to many students and even parents. They had nothing in common except for the fact that both of them were lonely and maybe a little broken. 

Nishant and Shradha came together by coincidence. Their relationship started with simple friendship, which slowly grew into strong bond. He could show his silliness only in front of her while she could afford to show her real self only to him. Despite constant opposition from their family, Shradha and Nishant had continued to be ‘best friends’ and nothing else. 
They were each others ‘first’ in many things and even when the whole world could see how they were already in relationship, Nishant and Shradha could not see the obvious.
When they finally realized they have been in love the whole time, all it took was changing the status on social media.

****



"Are you out of your god damn mind?" 

Draven's pen stopped swivelling and he lifted his eyes, pushing his glasses onto the top of his head. Hector had barged into his office, that he thought had been locked, and was furious, his eyes in such rage that Draven thought he was frightened for a second. Until he remembered it was merely Hector, and he placed his glasses back on his nose and continued writing his chapter. 

"Hey!" Hector exclaimed, offended by the lack of response, "Don't ignore me!" 

"Hector, it's seven in the morning, none of the editors and in yet and you're shouting." Draven sounded irritated, shaking his head after a low sigh, "Can you at least wait until I've had my coffee?" 

"What you did at your conference was immature and inappropriate." 

"I'm glad you feel that way," Draven forced a smile. "Can you leave now?" 

"I think you're forgetting that I'm your manager, so whatever you do, I'm responsible for it. I have a meeting with the Chancellor to discuss this; I'm going to get you suspended for this." 

"I think you fail to realize that without me, you would be jobless. So if I was you, I'd have a bit more gratitude," Draven snapped. 

Hector's bottom lip fell, his mouth gaping in shock. Then, his teeth gritted and he hissed, "You think you're all high and mighty just because of your fame, but to be honest, you're really nothing—" 

"Then leave!" Draven stormed to his feet violently, "No one asked for you to be here! You keep popping up and expecting me to respect you, when you honestly don't do anything all day." 

Draven never retorted in that manner, finding any possible way to offend him and make him leave the office. Usually, he remained collected and listened patiently for Hector to finish complaining. However, it was clear that he was in a horrible mood, and Hector was unfortunately in the line of fire. 

Hector slammed his foot on the floor, "I expect an apology from you later. I have the meeting with the Chancellor; I hope you will be reasonable by the time I get back." 

"Bye," Draven scoffed, shaking his head dismissively. 

Hector heaved a long sigh before storming from the office and slamming the door behind him. That was how Draven behaved the entire day; arrogant, rude, and moody. Even when his secretary attempted to deliver documents he needed to sign, he asked her to slide it underneath her door and to, "stop bothering me." 

Miranda and Rebecca, concerned, knocked on the door and asked if he wanted a coffee and he didn't even respond, growling an annoyed sigh and rolling his eyes. It was not that he didn't want to talk to him, he simply didn't want to be scolded. None of them understood him, and continuously told him to stop caring about Eric, as if it was a switch he could switch off in a second. 

Don't they think that if I could, I would?! he exclaimed in his thoughts, shaking his head as he scribbled along the pages. 

It was not long until the Chancellor knocked on the door, and entered the office, followed by Hector behind him. The door shut, and the Chancellor grabbed a seat across from Draven, who set his glasses down on his desk. 

"Draven, Hector has brought to my attention that you may be suffering from an emotional breakdown, which is causing you to make irrational decisions—" 

"Irrational decisions such as what?" Draven leaned forward challengingly. 

The Chancellor furrowed his eyebrows, his forehead filled with wrinkles as he glanced towards Hector before adding, "Writing the comic book, wanting to fire everyone, going on a rampage during the conference—" 

"Those are irrational?" Draven snorted, "Writing a story I believe is good, is irrational?" 

"It's stemmed from your meeting with Eric at your award show; it's not really being creative. You just want to get back at him." 

"Firing everyone since I'm unsure who leaked the information is irrational?" 

Th Chancellor tilted his head, unsure why Draven had such hostility towards him. "Yes, because firing everyone will only hinder your success. You can find new editors, but finding those as good and trustworthy will take time that you currently don't have." 

Draven's eyes narrowed, "Saying the truth at the conference is considered irrational?" 

"Yes because you discredited your own comic—look," the negative energy surrounding Draven was bold, latching onto the Chancellor and making him feel as if he was suffocating, "I'm not your enemy here." 

"Honestly, everyone seems like my enemy at this point. Especially Hector who's been looking for any reason to have me suspended, but you force me to have a manager around because you think I can't take care of yourself." 

"It was never about being able to take care of yourself, Draven." The Chancellor leaned forward as well, unable to take the disrespect any longer. "It was about finding ways to manage your time in hopes that you write more comics—have you forgotten who you are speaking to?" 

When he said that, Draven's mouth closed, and the Chancellor noticed his features softened. "Draven, I'm not here to...upset you. If you haven't noticed, when you released the comic earlier this week, I knew it had something to do with Eric but didn't say anything since I trusted you. If it hadn't been for Hector, even the conference didn't bother me because I trust you know what you are doing." 

"I am the furthest from your enemy, we're on the same team. But you must admit that your decisions recently have been based around Eric Valence and Kyle Merchi, you should be able to recognize that." The Chancellor pointed to the copy of the comic, "I'm not saying this comic is poor only because it's about an old partner of yours, all I ask is that you take a week off, leaving all this for a short period of time and hopefully it helps your mind...return to ease." 

"So I'm suspended, is that what you're saying?" 

"No, I'm saying take a few days off, just for the sake of your emotional health. I understand seeing Eric after so many years must have even difficult, and it's visibly hurting you. These days will help, trust me." 

He was not exactly angry towards the Chancellor, but the way he aggressively stood to his feet made it seem that way. "Fine," he spat, shrugging his shoulders, "I'll leave for a few days. It doesn't bother me; you got what you wanted Hector. Happy?" 

Hector did not respond, rather turned away and opened the door to leave. The Chancellor stood as well, and with a disappointed sigh, he said, "Take care of yourself—" 

"Don't worry about me." Draven began packing all his documents in his briefcase, and when the door closed, he fell onto his chair, sending trembling fingers through his hair. It had all been because of Eric, and he couldn't get him out of his mind. Every moment of every single day was spent wondering why Eric had lied to him, and why he never came back, but he had no answer. 

Since the door had been unlocked, the three senior editors stepped inside as Draven was reaching for his mini fridge, grabbing his bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass. 

When they closed the door behind them, Draven smiled weakly, "I'm suspended." 

"We heard the conversation," Miranda said, "you weren't suspended. They all just care about you." 

"Nope, they don't. Especially not Hector—" 

"Except Hector," Jason grumbled. 

Rebecca stepped forward with a sad smile, "We'll find out who leaked the information, alright? You need to stop worrying about all that. I promise you'll know before you even get back." 

Draven slowly nodded his head, gulping his entire glass before pouring himself more whiskey. "You know, I think all I wanted was a reaction from Eric, that something in him, maybe just a tiny part, still cared about me." Then, he shrugged his shoulders, "I guess there's nothing." 

"You'll be fine," Miranda comforted, stepping around the desk to place her palm on his back, "just give yourself some time."

Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story.

***

"You're so clueless, it bothers me."

He frowned, "What does that mean-"

"You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late."

"My portfoli-"

"There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away.

Eric didn't.

Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..."

He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?"

"I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about-"

"I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand.

Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out.

"I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed.

Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. 

"Why me?" he asked quietly.

Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."

" Mom, calm down, I'll only be gone for 1 week. Good luck doing all the house chores all by yourself sis. " 
" I know, but don't you think that's to long for a seminar about 'Finding Yourself in the Community'. "  

" Don't worry Mom I'll see you after 1 week. Bye! "

"Stay safe... God bless you! " 

Jean got out of their red car and hurridly ran to the bus that the school hired for the occasion with her luggage bouncing on the stones as it was pulled. She is so excited as well as all the other students on board. Finally something to remember on their last year as junior high schoolers. 


" Wooohooo! " was the common expression of her classmates. 
The ride was short but they were taken in an unknown place. On the way to the destination the ride was really bumpy. All they could see outside were trees and trees alone. They finally arrived at their destination. Huge gates opened and welcomed them to a combination of old and modernly designed buildings. Buses and students were swallowed by the gates. 

" Wow there are lots of us who's going to have a seminar about 'finding one's self. " said Kiara surprised as she looked out the window. There were lots of students, some even wore very formal clothes like they were going to attend a very important meeting. Some looked like they had nothing else to wear but they are probably their best clothes.
The ONHS grade 10 students' bus finally stopped between two buses one a little fancier than theirs while the other is a dirtier than theirs. Jean's classmates got out of the bus while she stayed on her seat waiting for the crowd to get out. When there were only 1/4 of the class inside the bus, she stepped out of the bus.

Jean was wearing a below the knee denim, and a blue shirt. She had a blue backpack with her with white outlines like the waves in the sea. Her luggage was blue too. Blue is one of her favorite colors, but she likes pink the most. Her favorite colors are pink, blue, and purple or violet. 
As she descended, Kiara was getting a roll call, Kiara is their class president, so she thought she'd join in and help cause she's the class vice president anyway. Before she could even step on the ground, big muscles welcomed them. She is probably a body builder. 
" Good day students and welcome to your home away from home. "

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