The night glittered with stars; It would be a beautiful autumn night, had they not been blotted out by the city lights of lower NYC. That was what Derrik Young thought as he strolled down the concrete sidewalk to the fountain in Greenwich Village, a place he knew well. That night was supposed to be special for him, and he knew why. Today was his third anniversary with his girlfriend. They always went to Wallflower, the restaurant they met at and always went to whenever their anniversary came up. Tonight was gonna be special- He just knew it.

As Derrik got up to the fountain, he looked around and decided to sit down at the edge of the fountain. It seemed that she wasn't here, so a wait was in order. Katherine would raise hell if he was already at the restaurant, as he figured out the second year anniversary. Of course, extra drinks and a little bit of love tamed his 'tiger lily' as he called her. Kat always was a lightweight, and she was extra clingy when she was drunk. If he wasn't with her during that time, though, she became whiny and quite irritated. That was never fun. So, he just had sex with her to sate her, and she would be perfectly fine. Derrik and Katherine were almost trophy wife and husband- almost. Tonight, he would make her all his. Problem is, he had no idea where Katherine was.

She was two hours late, and the restaurant was now closed. The curly-haired brunette was slightly pissed, and when he got a message on his phone finally, he may have been a little short.

"hey baby love"

"Where the fuck you been? The restaurant's closed now, and today's our anniversary, remember?"

"my baby should have his girl looking good to show off, right?"

Derrik couldn't help but have to stifle back a groan when he saw what Katherine was wearing at the moment. A skin-tight black sleeveless dress that reached mid-thigh and had a slit on the side, her dress showing a generous amount of tits from how low it plunged. She wore white stockings and pretty electric blue pumps to compliment the black dress, and good God did her curves look good in that dress. Though, something glittering in the photo caught his eye. What was on her left hand? Zooming in, Derrik slowly realized what it was. An engagement ring, and a wedding ring. This bitch had the audacity to cheat and mooch off of him like a leech. No wonder she had been going out so much lately. The little whore wanted another guy, so, to hell with it. Let her have another guy. Sure as hell wouldn't be him, that's for sure. Derrik took out the box with the ring, and looked at it. This shit would fit his pinky fine, and so he took out the ring and slipped it onto his left pinky, and threw the velvet box into the fountain. He wouldn't be played like that by some little skank. So, he would go off to New York. Pulling out his phone, he texted Katherine as he walked to his car.

"Your other man is sure gonna love a hot bitch like you. Don't come to my house tomorrow, slut."

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Annie swayed to the steady beat, a thick-thighed pretty lesbian known as Christi grinning at her from a seat nearby. Every now and then the two would be flirted with, or Christi would join her on the dancefloor and dance to a sexy song. The two were best friends- best friends with benfits, that is. Sex was wonderful and all, but god knows what random dudes stuck their dicks in, so they agreed on sex only between the two and life was good. Christi took the lead almost always, and it was obvious from how Annie acted. Her devious brown eyes always seemed to feign innocence around her despite the pink collar around her neck with Christi's phone number on a little heart tag. Annie was a "Mommy's girl", or rather she liked to be called "Kitten". The little girl was tiny, with curves and tanned tits that poked out of her white crop top and ass that fit her skinny jeans perfectly, her golden blonde hair showing the days of fun in the sun. Christi was

half latino half white, with spiraling wavy hair that was a raven black and went well with her striking hazel eyes and matched with the freckles that littered her whole body. The two were like a match made in heaven to everyone else- a perfectly sensual pair of best buds.

The two, after a couple of hours, sat down for a drink and chatted like they usually would. They would sneak in a couple of kisses now and then, with little giggles of laughter at each other. Annie was talking to Christi when she looked to the door, and she perked up a little more than usual. This man walked into the door, obviously pissed at someone. He looked fancy as all hell, and the expression he wore was something she recognized on some girls and guys that came here. This cute guy recently broke up with his girl after something heavy that made him mad. So, Annie looked to Christi with her innocent doe brown eyes and spoke sweetly. "Christi, there's a guy who seems angry. Can we help him? Please, momma?" Annie said in her baby voice. Christi's hazel eyes traveled to the man who sat at the bar, drinking a glass of scotch- she knew her scotch very well- with a sour expression on his face. The ravenette looked to Annie, her voice low but audible. "You want to try something new, I guess? A threesome, baby girl?" She said as she glanced at the man. Annie looked to Christi with a look she knew that would break Christi's willpower on the spot- and it did. Christi sighed, and looked to the guy. Getting up, she motioned to Annie and the tiny blonde grinned.

The two walked to the guy and sat on opposite sides of him. A slightly annoyed look crossed the guy's face as he looked to the two and spoke. "If you want my name, it's Derrik, and i'm single as of today. Not interested in dating." He said with annoyance in his tone. Annie looked to the man, her doe eyes looking at him with a feigned innocence. She spoke sweetly, surprising Christi with how good she was acting. "I'm sorry, Derrik, it must have been rough. I'm Annie, and on the other side of you is Christi- my best friend. We aren't dating, but we've been wanting to try something. Can you help us?" She said as she hid the devious undertone in her sweet voice. If Christi was a cartoon character, her jaw would be on the floor right now. Annie was acting oh so cute to try something new, and Christi thought she might fuck this girl right here and now, but she snapped out of it when the guy spoke. "Depends. What do you want to try?" Derrik said in curiosity, his anger melted away oddly quick as Annie shifted and whispered in his ear. She moved away after she finished, a little giggle escaping her mouth as she toyed with the tag on her collar. Derrik looked to the two with a raised eyebrow, and Annie looked at him with an innocent expression. He grinned at the blonde, and spoke. "Alright then. Your place or mine?" Derrik said as he leaned back. "My place. Christi and I can't wait", Annie said with a smile. The two got up and left, and Derrik was awestruck. Two girls in one night.

This would be fun.

The night glittered with stars; It would be a beautiful autumn night, had they not been blotted out by the city lights of lower NYC. That was what Derrik Young thought as he strolled down the concrete sidewalk to the fountain in Greenwich Village, a place he knew well. That night was supposed to be special for him, and he knew why. Today was his third anniversary with his girlfriend. They always went to Wallflower, the restaurant they met at and always went to whenever their anniversary came up. Tonight was gonna be special- He just knew it.

As Derrik got up to the fountain, he looked around and decided to sit down at the edge of the fountain. It seemed that she wasn't here, so a wait was in order. Katherine would raise hell if he was already at the restaurant, as he figured out the second year anniversary. Of course, extra drinks and a little bit of love tamed his 'tiger lily' as he called her. Kat always was a lightweight, and she was extra clingy when she was drunk. If he wasn't with her during that time, though, she became whiny and quite irritated. That was never fun. So, he just had sex with her to sate her, and she would be perfectly fine. Derrik and Katherine were almost trophy wife and husband- almost. Tonight, he would make her all his. Problem is, he had no idea where Katherine was.

She was two hours late, and the restaurant was now closed. The curly-haired brunette was slightly pissed, and when he got a message on his phone finally, he may have been a little short.

"hey baby love"

"Where the fuck you been? The restaurant's closed now, and today's our anniversary, remember?"

"my baby should have his girl looking good to show off, right?"

Derrik couldn't help but have to stifle back a groan when he saw what Katherine was wearing at the moment. A skin-tight black sleeveless dress that reached mid-thigh and had a slit on the side, her dress showing a generous amount of tits from how low it plunged. She wore white stockings and pretty electric blue pumps to compliment the black dress, and good God did her curves look good in that dress. Though, something glittering in the photo caught his eye. What was on her left hand? Zooming in, Derrik slowly realized what it was. An engagement ring, and a wedding ring. This bitch had the audacity to cheat and mooch off of him like a leech. No wonder she had been going out so much lately. The little whore wanted another guy, so, to hell with it. Let her have another guy. Sure as hell wouldn't be him, that's for sure. Derrik took out the box with the ring, and looked at it. This shit would fit his pinky fine, and so he took out the ring and slipped it onto his left pinky, and threw the velvet box into the fountain. He wouldn't be played like that by some little skank. So, he would go off to New York. Pulling out his phone, he texted Katherine as he walked to his car.

"Your other man is sure gonna love a hot bitch like you. Don't come to my house tomorrow, slut."

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Annie swayed to the steady beat, a thick-thighed pretty lesbian known as Christi grinning at her from a seat nearby. Every now and then the two would be flirted with, or Christi would join her on the dancefloor and dance to a sexy song. The two were best friends- best friends with benfits, that is. Sex was wonderful and all, but god knows what random dudes stuck their dicks in, so they agreed on sex only between the two and life was good. Christi took the lead almost always, and it was obvious from how Annie acted. Her devious brown eyes always seemed to feign innocence around her despite the pink collar around her neck with Christi's phone number on a little heart tag. Annie was a "Mommy's girl", or rather she liked to be called "Kitten". The little girl was tiny, with curves and tanned tits that poked out of her white crop top and ass that fit her skinny jeans perfectly, her golden blonde hair showing the days of fun in the sun. Christi was

half latino half white, with spiraling wavy hair that was a raven black and went well with her striking hazel eyes and matched with the freckles that littered her whole body. The two were like a match made in heaven to everyone else- a perfectly sensual pair of best buds.

The two, after a couple of hours, sat down for a drink and chatted like they usually would. They would sneak in a couple of kisses now and then, with little giggles of laughter at each other. Annie was talking to Christi when she looked to the door, and she perked up a little more than usual. This man walked into the door, obviously pissed at someone. He looked fancy as all hell, and the expression he wore was something she recognized on some girls and guys that came here. This cute guy recently broke up with his girl after something heavy that made him mad. So, Annie looked to Christi with her innocent doe brown eyes and spoke sweetly. "Christi, there's a guy who seems angry. Can we help him? Please, momma?" Annie said in her baby voice. Christi's hazel eyes traveled to the man who sat at the bar, drinking a glass of scotch- she knew her scotch very well- with a sour expression on his face. The ravenette looked to Annie, her voice low but audible. "You want to try something new, I guess? A threesome, baby girl?" She said as she glanced at the man. Annie looked to Christi with a look she knew that would break Christi's willpower on the spot- and it did. Christi sighed, and looked to the guy. Getting up, she motioned to Annie and the tiny blonde grinned.

The two walked to the guy and sat on opposite sides of him. A slightly annoyed look crossed the guy's face as he looked to the two and spoke. "If you want my name, it's Derrik, and i'm single as of today. Not interested in dating." He said with annoyance in his tone. Annie looked to the man, her doe eyes looking at him with a feigned innocence. She spoke sweetly, surprising Christi with how good she was acting. "I'm sorry, Derrik, it must have been rough. I'm Annie, and on the other side of you is Christi- my best friend. We aren't dating, but we've been wanting to try something. Can you help us?" She said as she hid the devious undertone in her sweet voice. If Christi was a cartoon character, her jaw would be on the floor right now. Annie was acting oh so cute to try something new, and Christi thought she might fuck this girl right here and now, but she snapped out of it when the guy spoke. "Depends. What do you want to try?" Derrik said in curiosity, his anger melted away oddly quick as Annie shifted and whispered in his ear. She moved away after she finished, a little giggle escaping her mouth as she toyed with the tag on her collar. Derrik looked to the two with a raised eyebrow, and Annie looked at him with an innocent expression. He grinned at the blonde, and spoke. "Alright then. Your place or mine?" Derrik said as he leaned back. "My place. Christi and I can't wait", Annie said with a smile. The two got up and left, and Derrik was awestruck. Two girls in one night.

This would be fun.

What Changed ch 1

What changed was her soul, her mind-

the base of who she was.

The once sweet girl with sandy blonde hair, fair skin, and warm hazel eyes no longer held the fire that burned so bright it could warm even the coldest of people. That fire was slowly stoked out, and what stood in the place of a young girl with a dream was a young woman with deluded goals drilled into her brain for years to come. The start of it all was when she was invited to an organization that seemed almost therapeutic on the outside; what lie on the inside was the horrors nobody should face.

Death's Missionaries welcomes all!

The gothic, yet quite gorgeous, flyer was stuck to a coarkboard in the loal grocery store. Angelica's eyebrows shot up in surprise as she plucked off the flyer. The adress, with more info on the back was seen. For the past three years, she hadn't worked out as a Hero. It was a job that was taxing, and more often than not she was in the hospital. Excuse after excuse was something she grew tired of, and since then, she was a normal 19 year old.

After checking out, she walked home, her eyes on the flyer- that is, until she smacked into someone and fell onto the hard sidewalk. Her confusion was apparent as she felt a hand hoist her up, apologizing profusely. "I am so sorry! I didn't see you, and I was in such a rush, I'm so sorry!" The woman said, embarrassment evident on her bright pink cheeks and sheepish grin as she picked up the fallen groceries. Angelica laughed slightly, a bright smile on her face. "It's fine, honestly. The eggs are fine and the veggies are good; no harm done." Angelica said with a friendly grin. She went to grab the flyer, and the woman noticed. Pretty green eyes lit up in an excitement. "It seems someone's interested. My name's Katherine Jordan. I'm one of the preachers there. Just go to the address there, and you should find a large church with a couple of apartment complexes off to the side. Call me at 410-382-3429. I hope to see you there, um... Pardon me, i'm so rude! What's your name?" Katherine laughed, her perfectly manicured hand running through silky chestnut hair to conceal her flustered and excited state. "Angelica Yussel." She replied, noticing her smiling fading and surprise obvious in her expression. "Relatives to Jason and Lee Yussel?" Said Katherine, her eyes still showing surprise. "Yeah..? I-I am, but, why are you asking?" Angelica looked to the woman, who smiled softly. "Jason and Lee are my cousins three times removed. Nice to meet you. Make sure to call, sweetie!" Katherine said as she walked off, leaving Angelica surprised.

Brushing it off, Angelica walked back to her apartment and put away her groceries, looking at the flyer in interest afterward. What was so important about this place? Was it because she could, just maybe, become part of something big? After clearing her head from the thoughts, she tacked the flyer on the wall and called the number. The next day, she was soon integrated into the church. The next two years to come would be hell for her, with mind boggling tasks that hardened her heart and encased it in thick ice that made her blood run cold. Angelica would make the world see her talent- her icy determination. Nothing would stop this young woman.

Even if it meant she had to destroy those she held nearest and dearest to her heart.

The pounding nightclub beats thrummed through pretty black pumps clacking on the dirty concrete floor. This place was familiar to the redhead- Fates Nightclub. Ironically, most of the time there was people costumed as mythical creatures and people. It wasn't odd to meet a man dressed up as Hercules, or a woman with dreads as Medusa. Mari could be herself here- she could let her wings be free and to any normal person they'd look well constructed. To Mari, her wings would be fluid, a wine red of a cardinal. She could flaunt them all she wanted, and people would touch them. Being a Siren was more than fun- It was flat out exciting. Mari sat down, and her pretty pink lips mouthed what drink she wanted, then and there, with a sweet tone. "August Moon, please."

Mari sat back, wings gently folded against her back. Her black french-tipped nails tapped against the doll-white skin on her arm. Every now and then she saw a couple pretty girls look her way and grin through plump lips. They were twins, with matching demon outfits that made their pretty periwinkle eyes pop. Though, her attention was caught when the deep voice of the bartender echoed what she wanted. "August Moon, ma'am. I put a little extra Bailey's in there for a bit of sweetness like yourself." The bartender said with a teasing tone.

The redhead smiled sweetly and giggled at the bartender, and took a sip from the white straw in her drink. This was a new bartender, definitely. Marcus was normally on shift, with his tired self, clean of tattoos and eyes doe brown and girly. This boy was a pretty Latino with a chiseled jawline and greek mythology all over him, with Medusa's head on his right arm and with a string winding around his right middle finger that was actually tiny words that said "Fate is my bitch" over and over. On his left arm was a whole greek goddess (Mari recognized this goddess as Aphrodite) in pretty lingerie and surrounded by lilacs. His eyes were a mischevious metallic blue and green, gazing at her with an interested twinkle. Golden yellow hazel eyes gazed at the boy's nametag in interest, voice feigning confusion. "Malizioso?"

"Italian for Mischief. Maliz for short." Maliz said with a grin. Mari made a notion that meant she understood. Maliz went back to cleaning glasses, looking to Mari every now and then. That buzz that would take quite awhile hit her hard and fast, and quite soon, she was giggly and drowsy. Her speech was slurred, and Maliz looked quite confused. After awhile, she soon moved her drink off to the side and talked in a slurred speech to Maliz. Soon, though, she was out like a light, blue green eyes glinting dangerously the last thing she saw.

When Mari woke up, she woke up with a jolt as she felt a feather being plucked out of her wing. She looked around the room that was pitch black, quickly realizing she was blindfolded. Her body was cold, and she recognized she was lying on a bed with soft, and silky sheets. She went to move her body, only to feel she couldn't move her arms- they were bound in tape behind her. The sound of the bed squeaking made her tingle, and then that deep, and sultry voice she recognized as Maliz whispered in her ear. Her nerves were on fire now, and she felt heat pool between her legs as she was grabbed by the tape holding her arms together and roughly hoisted up to sit on her knees.

"Finally awake, huh? How was your August Moon, sweetness?" The voice spoke, low and sultry, as a warm, calloused hand ran up Mari's petite, clean legs to her thick ass. She yelped as she felt a sting after a quite hard smack, and her heart pounded in her chest. That same calloused hand slid between her thighs, and slid over her wet pussy. Mari let out a loud moan as two fingers pushed into her now throbbing pussy and roughly fingered her, thumb rubbing the little pearl and making her legs tremble and breath become heavy. She didn't know what this man did to her, but right now, she was horny as all hell. Men didn't make her like that when only talking to her. That didn't matter right now, though. Mari panted as the overwhelming sensation stopped, and Maliz pulled out his fingers from her.

She couldn't speak, though, as she was shoved into the bed, the side of her face and her tits pressed into the bed and ass raised up into the air. Her wings pressed into her back, an involuntary thing she did when she felt like it would protect her, but it never did. She heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, and clothing coming off. The noise was ingrained into her mind, and her heart sped not in fear now, but in anticipation. The bed squeaked again, and seconds later, she let out a low moan. A thick cock rubbed against her throbbing pussy, making her whimper in pleasure each time it rubbed over her little clit. A low, husky chuckle came from the man that was manhandling her. "You like that little slut? You like it when I rub your sweet little pussy with my dick?" Maliz said with a growl into Mari's ear. The redhead nodded as best she could, another whimper escaping her lips and her wings fluttering a bit. "Well then, you're gonna like what i'm going to do to you next." He said with an air of confidence. Mari had no way to prepare herself when she felt that thick cock push in roughly and pound her cunt. Every thrust made her almost scream in pleasure, and her wings fluttered off and on from the intensity of it all.

Mari yelped mid-moan as the hand moved away from her face and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her up to her knees and arms behind her back, tits bouncing from the force of going up so fast. He stopped, cock still imbedded in her as he grabbed something that was off to the side, the sound of something jingling making her curious. The redhead felt something cold clip onto the lips of her pussy and attach to her hard nipples. Then, something was taped down and something else that was cold pressed up against her clit. She whimpered loudly as she realized it was a vibrator, and a wave of pleasure hit her hard and fast, and she almost started to rock her hips from the feeling. Maliz started pounding into her even harder, and much faster than before. The only thing Mari could do was moan loudly in pleasure, and soon, she was pushed back onto the bed. Calloused hands held Mari in place as Maliz pounded into her mercilessly like a dog fucking a bitch in heat. "You're so fucking tight. How many men have you fucked, slut? Twenty? Answer me, bitch! " Maliz said with an aggressive tone, hand grabbing onto Mari's wing and yanking it. Mari let out a mix of a sob and a moan, edging closer to coming than she had been this whole time. "I-I don't kn-know how many! I'm sorry, sir!" She answered him with a wail in her voice, body trembling. "I guess i'll have to make myself your best one, huh? Get ready to cum, whether you like it or not." Maliz said with aggression and lust in his tone.

He reached around her and turned the vibrator up completely, and pressed it down on her clit. Then, that's when he changed positions, and started thrusting up into her. That's when Mari started to rock her hips, grinding against the vibrator and Maliz's rock hard cock, muffling her extremely loud moans by biting onto her hand. Seconds later, she screamed in pleasure, the sound muffled by her hand as she came hard, sobbing in pleasure while it happened. It felt so good to her, coming this hard. She admitted to herself that she never came this hard with the others, who fucked her while she was drunk off of her ass and unable to comprehend it all. Meanwhile, right now, she was wide awake and sober with a blindfold on.

Maliz, though, kept on going. The overstimulation made her whine and whimper loudly, and she went louder when he rubbed her with the vibrator. All of it was too much, and once again, she came. This time, though, she felt hot semen shoot into her, lasting for a good couple of minutes. After a few minutes, Mari flopped onto the bed, breathing heavily and catching her breath.

"Well, little cardinal.. You're mine now. A Siren needs his gal, and you're just the one for it."

What can you do when an eternal self hate swarms in you?

Do you sit and wait

and wait

and wait?

What can you do when an innocence is torn from you

like a petal from a flower?

Do you let the rest of your petals furl up

and die?

What can you do when love

is as painful as a ripped tendon?

Do you let the pain continue

and not treat it?

No.

You keep on striving for tomorrow.

You sate the bees with the smoke of self love.

You keep growing despite the loss of that petal.

You let yourself free of that pain and heal yourself.

You yourself can change it.

You can change your hair

your body

your mentality.

One thing you can't change

is your soul.

The damage will be there, like scratches on a disc.

The impact people have on you

will be like handprints on a window.

Your soul is you.

Never change your soul.

Not for anybody.

What can you do

when the world wants you to change?

Chapter 1- What the Hell?

You know the saying "Don't wear your heart on your sleeve"?

Well, people are wearing their heart under their sleeve, in a hairpin, on an ankelet, and on necklaces. This was a trend that started out as a simple test back in 2008. Techies who made these little things gave them to convenience stores to sell for a little bargain of 3 bucks in a pack of ten. Little girls, especially, enjoyed the pretty colors of it, and women were enamored with the fact that they were inexpensive but made with real glass and silver. So, soon, little 10 year olds and 17 year olds with nothing better to spend their money on bought them.

These little trinkets exploded in the following 9 years, and soon, people figured out how to use them. These things were like crush indicators, and also showed how open people were. They all started out as a color of white, but once you used them enough, they changed to either a bright color, a soft color, or the dreaded grey. Grey was seen as someone who was closed off, and maybe a little hateful depending on how dark the grey was.

Another perk was the cracking glass feature. When a relationship ended, these tiny things could indicate something was off. It cracked, and the bright colors leaked out (thankfully, it never stained any clothes it leaked onto). Over time, the glass could be melded back together again, but the color was often a little bit more greytone.

That's where I come in. I'm Riley Laurens, and i'm what people call a "grey heart". Yes, yes, I know. It sounds stupid, but hell, what am I supposed to do? I could call myself heartbroken, but mine had mended up again after the last one. So, for now, guys were the last on my list. Anyway, as I said before, I'm what they call a "grey heart". Being a side chick for a guy who faked being in love with you hurt, but it hurts worse when it happens once more, and the last one ends up in you beating the snot out of the guy after finding him in YOUR bed with a pleasantly plump gal with four gorgeously brown eyes (Honestly, he was shit from the start so I don't know how I didn't see it). I told the girl I was his girlfriend- emphasis on was- and she gave me her number and left with a friendly smile. I'm not the type to be mean to people who are wronged- I don't blame. Well, I only blame myself. I'm the gal that sits in bed at night, thinking so much over it I lose my damn sleep. I'm too afraid to open back up again.

Ironically, I ended up having to. Especially with the circumstances of how we met again.

It was a slow day at Kleine Duivel, known as "The Little Devil" in Dutch. The owner of this bar was Irish, ironically, but that's not the point. I was sitting closest to the bathroom, depending on if I got piss drunk, and the person I didn't expect to see was my first ex. A narcissist at best, with a casanova smile and a track record of fucking girls a mile long, was sitting across the bar from me with a cigarette in hand (he adores Marlboro Red 100s Special Blend, but y'know, I don't care to remember that unless I get them myself) I'm sitting there, tired from the day at the bar (I work at Kleine Duivel, actually, and it's the best place to work in town) and David slides me a favorite drink of mine- August Moon. Zachry glanced at me from afar, giving a sweet smile. I couldn't trust this lecherous bastard, but hell, a drink is a drink. I didn't realize the four-eyed girl that was my latest ex's fuck buddy until I happened to notice her scent- soft and mellow, with a hint of flowers. Baby powder and rose, maybe? Either way, I took a drink, not even paying attention to how Zachry tucked a little vial into his jacket and ducked out without a word.

Then, I felt weird.

Once I was halfway done, I didn't realize how sleepy and woozy I felt. I was too busy mulling over that ex of mine. I fell asleep right then and there, spilling the drink all over me and not hearing the alarmed voice of David and the calm slight southern belle voice beside me.

Then, I was home in my soft bed, fluffy heart pillow in my arms and the feeling of vomit rising in my throat. The bathroom was my first priority, since I didn't want to ruin my favorite rug or my carpet floor. Tile could be cleaned, but good god, I hated the taste. From there, after heaving my guts free of alcohol and a roofie, I gargled and left my room, trudging down seriosuly tired. I ached all over, and I couldn't help ut let out a groan of annoyance as I flopped onto the couch-

and onto thick thighs.

I couldn't help but flop right off of the couch, as bright red as this girl's hair as she laughed heartily.

"Jesus christ, doll, you must still be out of it! It's okay, by the way. Need help, darlin'?" The girl said with her southern belle voice that struck a good nerve in me. Emphasis on good nerves. I hadn't felt that in awhile, but the only thing I could do was grab a fluffy hand and be heaved up by a strong arm. I sat down, and calmed down slowly. What I noticed was one thing-

she was a grey heart like me.

Grey hearts aren't normal, y'know, but what do you expect in a world like mine? I'm a chump, and a loser. Not someone who would go out and party. I'm an introvert, an alcoholic, and a nobody working at a bar as the bartender.

But hell.

Who knows what this grey heart could turn into?

Chapter 1- What the Hell?

You know the saying "Don't wear your heart on your sleeve"?

Well, people are wearing their heart under their sleeve, in a hairpin, on an ankelet, and on necklaces. This was a trend that started out as a simple test back in 2008. Techies who made these little things gave them to convenience stores to sell for a little bargain of 3 bucks in a pack of ten. Little girls, especially, enjoyed the pretty colors of it, and women were enamored with the fact that they were inexpensive but made with real glass and silver. So, soon, little 10 year olds and 17 year olds with nothing better to spend their money on bought them.

These little trinkets exploded in the following 9 years, and soon, people figured out how to use them. These things were like crush indicators, and also showed how open people were. They all started out as a color of white, but once you used them enough, they changed to either a bright color, a soft color, or the dreaded grey. Grey was seen as someone who was closed off, and maybe a little hateful depending on how dark the grey was.

Another perk was the cracking glass feature. When a relationship ended, these tiny things could indicate something was off. It cracked, and the bright colors leaked out (thankfully, it never stained any clothes it leaked onto). Over time, the glass could be melded back together again, but the color was often a little bit more greytone.

That's where I come in. I'm Riley Laurens, and i'm what people call a "grey heart". Yes, yes, I know. It sounds stupid, but hell, what am I supposed to do? I could call myself heartbroken, but mine had mended up again after the last one. So, for now, guys were the last on my list. Anyway, as I said before, I'm what they call a "grey heart". Being a side chick for a guy who faked being in love with you hurt, but it hurts worse when it happens once more, and the last one ends up in you beating the snot out of the guy after finding him in YOUR bed with a pleasantly plump gal with four gorgeously brown eyes (Honestly, he was shit from the start so I don't know how I didn't see it). I told the girl I was his girlfriend- emphasis on was- and she gave me her number and left with a friendly smile. I'm not the type to be mean to people who are wronged- I don't blame. Well, I only blame myself. I'm the gal that sits in bed at night, thinking so much over it I lose my damn sleep. I'm too afraid to open back up again.

Ironically, I ended up having to. Especially with the circumstances of how we met again.

It was a slow day at Kleine Duivel, known as "The Little Devil" in Dutch. The owner of this bar was Irish, ironically, but that's not the point. I was sitting closest to the bathroom, depending on if I got piss drunk, and the person I didn't expect to see was my first ex. A narcissist at best, with a casanova smile and a track record of fucking girls a mile long, was sitting across the bar from me with a cigarette in hand (he adores Marlboro Red 100s Special Blend, but y'know, I don't care to remember that unless I get them myself) I'm sitting there, tired from the day at the bar (I work at Kleine Duivel, actually, and it's the best place to work in town) and David slides me a favorite drink of mine- August Moon. Zachry glanced at me from afar, giving a sweet smile. I couldn't trust this lecherous bastard, but hell, a drink is a drink. I didn't realize the four-eyed girl that was my latest ex's fuck buddy until I happened to notice her scent- soft and mellow, with a hint of flowers. Baby powder and rose, maybe? Either way, I took a drink, not even paying attention to how Zachry tucked a little vial into his jacket and ducked out without a word.

Then, I felt weird.

Once I was halfway done, I didn't realize how sleepy and woozy I felt. I was too busy mulling over that ex of mine. I fell asleep right then and there, spilling the drink all over me and not hearing the alarmed voice of David and the calm slight southern belle voice beside me.

Then, I was home in my soft bed, fluffy heart pillow in my arms and the feeling of vomit rising in my throat. The bathroom was my first priority, since I didn't want to ruin my favorite rug or my carpet floor. Tile could be cleaned, but good god, I hated the taste. From there, after heaving my guts free of alcohol and a roofie, I gargled and left my room, trudging down seriosuly tired. I ached all over, and I couldn't help ut let out a groan of annoyance as I flopped onto the couch-

and onto thick thighs.

I couldn't help but flop right off of the couch, as bright red as this girl's hair as she laughed heartily.

"Jesus christ, doll, you must still be out of it! It's okay, by the way. Need help, darlin'?" The girl said with her southern belle voice that struck a good nerve in me. Emphasis on good nerves. I hadn't felt that in awhile, but the only thing I could do was grab a fluffy hand and be heaved up by a strong arm. I sat down, and calmed down slowly. What I noticed was one thing-

she was a grey heart like me.

Grey hearts aren't normal, y'know, but what do you expect in a world like mine? I'm a chump, and a loser. Not someone who would go out and party. I'm an introvert, an alcoholic, and a nobody working at a bar as the bartender.

But hell.

Who knows what this grey heart could turn into?