When I think of our past, I don’t imagine it as a love story. Brooke Eastham was beautiful, rich, and completely out of my league, but I was okay with that. I knew where I belonged and where my family ranked on the ladder of success. I wasn’t looking to disrupt the order, but Cape Cod in the summer held an aura of magic, and every clear image and boundary was blurred by teenage inhibitions. When the fog cleared, we would step back into our rightful places until the magnetic vibrations in our hearts could no longer be ignored, and we would snap back together. The seed of our relationship was planted in the sand along the beach, and the roots grew out to the ocean, only to be swallowed up by the currents before it had a chance to bloom. Our fates were so intricately intertwined, the threads of our futures closely weaving together to make a tapestry of beautiful colors, telling a story of young love, loss, and ultimately, forgiveness. This isn’t an epic love story. It’s a tragic burn of lust-fueled summers and cold, lonely winters. A cautionary tale of the heart’s current as it drags you under the crashing waves of infatuation, only to let you sink to the bottom of despair.

Xavier Day in and day out. Every minute like sand in an hourglass, And each one identical to the next. I teach the science of time, Conveying a message of life wasted on a daily basis. To a bunch of morons. I didn’t think my sands of time could get any worse, Until Nicolas De Aragon wandered into my classroom. Nico I found a class called Horology, And when I learned it had nothing to do with sex, I was disappointed. The human race has bored me for millennia, And I really thought I stumbled upon a gem. Without a single lesson in blowjobs, I began to feel the boredom creep back in. Until Professor X opened his mouth to berate us all.

I've always been obsessed with the notion of family, how a group of people share the same DNA. I longed to find my own group, the ones whose blood sings the same tune as mine. Maybe it's a result of being an orphaned child, of being left on the steps of a church at just a few days old, but I can't ignore the yearning any longer. I want to find my family. All it takes is one test, a single swab, and my whole lineage will open up before me. Maybe I could look the woman in the face who abandoned me and demand answers. Maybe I will stand toe-to-toe with my father and watch as his face transforms with elation at the sight of me. ​​​​​​​I'm ready to go home.

He’s broken my heart countless times, but because of our delicate situation, I endured each crack. This time he’s shattered it into a million pieces, And for this insult, I vow revenge. Carnival season is coming through Venice, and Ford will work during the celebration. This is where my vengeance begins. If he thinks he can use me then cast my love aside, he is so very wrong. I’ll lock my love up safe, forever hidden from the people around me… Right alongside Ford. This is a dark MM retelling of The Cask Of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe