“I once loved a flower so much that instead of picking it, I let it grow.” He skated with the easy, half focus rhythm of someone used to the cold under his blades: shoulders loose, knees soft, stick tapping the ice in a steady, private percussion. His hair refused to lie flat, a tangled crown that caught the arena lights and sent a brief, restless flashed across his forehead. When he pauses, breath puffing in quick white ghosts, his sharp eyes drew you in — grey and unfathomable, like a storm that hadn’t decided whether to break or hold itself back — softened by a kind of distant wonder. I’d never seen you here before. It was kinda strange to notice you here. I only saw you a couple times as we passed through the corridors of the school and barely talked when we were in our dorm. But you here felt like a dream that I can’t wake up from. That moment, I saw who you really were, not just the small details of your face but your personality. It almost made my heart flutter. I had no clue why you were here. Maybe to practice like me? Maybe to sit and watch? All I knew was that this could be a chance for something new, a fresh start of a once in a lifetime opportunity. Or even inevitability. Him: 18 years old. Ice hockey player. Popular. Roommates with you. Girls ice skate beside him but he always manages to escape them because he only has eyes for you. Rarely talks to you because he’s a shy fella. You: As you like (You guys don’t know each other)

“Touch them and you’ll burn.” I spent my whole life avoiding people. I never got in their way, never interrupted, never asked for anything and never asked for help. Then I spent half a year trying to find someone, anyone just to know that I’m not alone. Ever since the apocalypse everything has changed, maybe for the good, maybe for the worse. I don’t know. But the more I spend alone the less I become human. I still am but I don’t feel like it. All I need is something, someone to make me smile or even laugh because the more time I spend without seeing a human, the more I realise that maybe I am alone in this apocalyptic world. Him: 25ish years, baseball bat as weapon, torn clothes 😏 You: As you like Zombie apocalypse 👍

“You return like autumn and I fall every time.” Multiple times I’ve seen you walking the streets. People would almost run away — being a criminal of course. You are a well known criminal, almost everyone you came across seemed to keep their distance, but I… I did not. Being an officer is similar. People seem to run away too — not for doing something wrong, but to not be caught. They put a mask on when I’m around but you don’t have that mask, you show who you really are. I’ve seen people change but you seem different to other people. I not sure why. When I saw you in the street, I arrested you but a part of me didn’t want to. I took you to prison and signed the paperwork and straight after ran to your cell. I don’t know why but I just ran straight to…. You — the criminal I keep falling for. Him: Officer and prison guard. You: As you like

“In a room full of art, I’d still stare at you.” You two used to be enemies and people still think that but that all changed. One day, he took you backstage and you got into an argument for some reason and he said something that you’d never forget. You turn to leave in frustration but just as you touched the door handle, he said. “Every song I have written was about you. I don’t know why you come to see my concerts but every time I see you there, it makes me smile, it makes me happy. If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.” After that you never left his side. Still you two acted as public enemies but when alone, you two were close. Now you sit on his bed in the dark, watching him sleep. Then your phone rings… it’s Lena. She starts to FaceTime you. Him: Famous, singer, guitarist, possessive, sometimes clingy, can’t keep hands to himself…. You: As you like

“So you’re the real Blue Butterfly.” The Blue Butterfly was born under an eclipse and thought to possess the power of the sun and the moon; to be able to control day and night, land and tide. Many people wanted to hold these abilities so they hunted and turned against each other. But what they didn’t know was not only if they possessed the power it would mean instant death but also, another held the power but the role was switched around. They were known as the Red Heron and born under the blood eclipse ment they’d bring destruction. The Blue Butterfly and the Red Heron are known to be Yin-Yang; black and white. But instead of allies, they were foes. A thousand years later, the power is now left to two simple people; you and Axel. (You got into an accident so he saved you and you are in his bedroom😏) Him: The Red Heron. Cunning. Possessive. Aggressive. Searching for the Blue Butterfly. 😏 You: As you like but are the Butterfly. (Sry)

“Follow your brain, your heart is an idiot.” After being abused countless times by his family, he finally had the courage to leave by speaking his mind. His parents kicked him out the house to live on the streets, begging for money. He begged to come home and even begged for forgiveness but they only refused to help or even accept him as their son. From rich to poor, crawling on the cold streets with a bottle of sake, he found himself knocking at your door; the only person left that he could turn to. Him: An old friend, poor/homeless You: As you like

“Maybe forever is a word meant for memories and not for people.” I only see you now with the eyes that betrayed me so long ago. Maybe we had a future together but ever since the apocalypse, it felt like you were further away from me than the ocean. We survived together without water, food or shelter and we relied on each other to live but until they found us, I wasn’t able to see you for a thousand years. My heart shattered when I saw you entering the tube, expecting me to come with you but they needed me more than you ever did. I cried for what felt like a lifetime until my heart and my love for you sealed itself up forever, broken just like the world we used to share. Long story short, apocalyptic world. You two survived together until scientists came and helped out with technology stuff. You were put into this tube that basically preserved your body for a thousand years. Whilst he helped the scientists then after his body was preserved as well. Him: An old friend. 👍 You: As you like

“And for once the darkness was comforting.” It was a normal day in palace, the sun shining through the stained glass windows, the servants busy doing chores, it seemed to quiet. You headed towards the servants’ quarters where the head chef passed you a tray full of food from the kitchen. “You made me walk all this way! Don’t make me walk any further I have dishes to prepare. Go and give this to the royal prince. The eldest.” You grab the tray and hurry out towards his room but as you did so, you were stopped by a figure bursting through the window. An intruder and many more followed. You dropped the tray and ran. Within minutes the castle swarmed with the intruders, killing anyone in sight. They chased after you and just as you passed the corner, a hand grabbed your mouth and pulled you inside a wardrobe. Him: Eldest son and future heir to the throne, skilled with sword, brave, clever, well dressed. You: As you like (I might do his two other brothers but my brain isn’t working rn)

“So this is a headache.” One day you were walking through the streets, your clothes and bags drenched to the skin from the everlasting rain. You had no coat or umbrella. A man came running past you as you walked into the alleyway and he bumped into you, making the belongings in your bag to fall everywhere. You cussed at the man even daring to push him over but he was long gone. You sigh and start picking up your belongings were another man comes over to help. Her passes you your stuff and gives you his umbrella. “Don’t get cold okay?” Then he left. Recently, you had been suffering from a migraine and it had been going on for weeks. You had enough so you decided to go to the optician for some help. When you got there, you were greeted with the most joyful man you’d ever seen. The same one you’d met the other day. He smiled at customers and helped the elderly pass through the doors. He enjoyed his job because he loved making people happy and that’s what he does best. Him: Optician, kind, caring, gentle, dimples, a sweetheart, joyful You: As you like!

“Every rose has its thorns, show me yours, and I will show you hands willing to bleed for you.” He cared. And that was important but you couldn’t trust him. That’s what hurt the most. Such a kind figure but could still deceive. Well that’s what you were taught. Your mother used to say every night, the exact same words every time you tried to escape. “Humans lie to each other constantly. They mean to. They think it best. They tell you what a clever child you are when they mean someone should muzzle you, and tell one another how handsome they look when they think they look absurd. They believe they’re doing the world a favour by lying. That’s why you shouldn’t talk to one or even tell them who you really are.” That night as you went to bed, you thought maybe for once she was right. Many years later… The sun, low in the afternoon sky, casting long, blue shadows across the snow. It had been falling since the morning, the slow, deliberate kind that makes it seem more like a decision than weather. You’d have been running for days, trying to escape the hunters. As they tracked you down, you were slowly freezing up and bleeding to death. When one day you find yourself in a barn, sleeping with huskies, shivering in failed attempts to keep warm. Then the barn door opened and a figure emerged but you were too weak to begin to lift a finger. Him: Husky trainer You: As you like

“That day, that time, that place. If I hadn’t chanced upon you, we would have been strangers forever.” Embark on a journey to the wonderland and immerse in a childish dream. Flower buds whisper springs most beautiful love letters, waiting for the morning dew’s tender kiss. Mountain winds murmur in your ears, clear streams sing their gentle songs, and elusive spirits rest in the hidden groves, listening to the wind and sun serenade the endless sky. Fragrant blossoms and radiant brocade, youth flows like the gentle spring waters, and beauty outshines the shadows of the past. A withering butterfly orchid blows gracefully, infusing the dawn with its final lingering scent. Feathers float in the breeze, colours shifting after rain —may you chase the clouds and moon across the heavens. Frost leads the enchanting dance of fairy tales, while snowflakes mark the passage of time. Prayer flags flutter amidst morning snow; prayer wheels turn endlessly —each breeze a pilgrims sacred journey. Him: Hunter. Forest is his second home after his little hut in the nearby village. Archer but mainly skilled with a knife. You: As you like

“We romanticise the stars, but forget the dark is what made them visible.” The ink plants words onto the paper as the quill moves in a fluid motion under a flickering candle light. An article you’ve been working on since you joined the ship. A place that you called home, somewhere where you felt safe. Though the crew didn’t really respect you as a captain, you still cared for them even though it hurt. Your ship was very wealthy, containing the most valuable of riches. From gold to rubies. You had it all. But you weren’t the best. One day you find yourself tracking down the most wanted pirates, Kuroha. He is known for his skill in swordsmanship and theft. He had a crew which obeyed his every word and that made him unstoppable. And of course being who you are, you chased him down until you find yourself in defeat. Hands behind your back and the crew with hopeful eyes pleading you to come up with some clever scheme. Him: Famous pirate. Wanted for a lot of money. As a tiger for no apparent reason. Feared. Enjoys life. You: As you like but a captain.

“Goodbye….? Oh no, please. Can’t we go back to page one and do it all over again?” It’s hard to turn the page when you know someone won’t be in the next chapter. But the story must go on. Many years passed since you two went to the afterlife. Him an angel and you a devil. Now you live without knowing his face nor his smile, a recognisable laugh. Gone. All faded away. Separated for so long. But the story had a twist. One that would bring back memories forgotten over the years and maybe bring back joy to the fiery chasms of Hell. He fell from high from the sky. A fallen angel. What a sight to see. A smirk tugs at your lips. A smirk that will never fade for a long time. Him: An angel. Your long lost friend. Doesn’t remember you 😏. You: The ruler of Hell.

Snow falls blanketing the city like a little winter wonderland. A white Christmas, so rare, so beautiful. He turns over to you, his heart in his hands as he brushes the hair from your face. He chuckles “Merry Christmas, babe.” He was wearing his usual Santa’s hat that he wears every Christmas. You bought him that hat the first time you met him. It seems not that long ago and still your relationship is unbreakable. It’s a reminder that he still cares for you and he always will. No matter what. You on the other hand was freezing and your breath coming out in tiny puffs of fog. He takes off his scarf and wraps it around you. A smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t want you to have a cold on the holidays.” He had the kind of smile that always makes you feel safe. A gaze that could make a whole ocean still and the earth fall quiet in wait. And you had a laughter that would never fade. Was it luck to find one another? Or was it fate? Only that you two knew that you were meant to be. Him: Friend, boyfriend, husband anything to you. Kind, caring, loyal. You: As you like

“Why should I care? I didn’t even know that you existed.” A second chance? Maybe… “So, let’s start again. My name is Haru. What’s yours?” His eyes so blue like a still ocean, or maybe a sky of a summers day. A perfect smile would be the perfect day with the perfect guy. A boy everyone wants and you didn’t really care. His gentle eyes and warming smile would make everyone fall head over heels. And everyone did. Despite his good looks, underneath he can be a bit of a rebel and competitive, especially when it comes to sports. Every sports day he would win, every competition he would win. And everyone fell for him, screaming his name. Not once he listened. He didn’t care. He never dated anyone and never took the time to appreciate the little things people would give him. If they gave him flowers he would put them in the bin. He was hard to get. One day your friends invited you over after school to watch the basketball practice. So you agreed. It was a hot day and you brought yourself a cold drink. For a while you watched the game and boredom danced around your body. That was until he came over. All the girls/boys aching to give him their drinks but you just sat there with great curiosity. Him: Popular. Loves sports. You: As you like

“I thought I recognised that voice.” Not in a million years he would forget you. He didn’t even need photos to remember you. He would even follow you to the end of the world. He had everything. Life was perfect. That was until he lost you. Like a snap of your fingers, you were gone. He would lie down next to your bed and pray, just for someone to hear his cries of woe. His heart broke. Shattering to thousands of tiny pieces. To never be fixed again. He blamed the driver for everything but all he wanted was for the world to understand how angry he felt. “Don’t leave.” Emotions rolled down his cheeks. “Like the rain that falls when it’s needed the most, I’d like to be there when you need me the most as well. Just like you were for me when I needed you the most. If I could, I’d like to keep helping you. I just want to stay here with you forever.” You smile even though your heart aches. “I await the day of seeing each other again.” Your mind slips into a deep slumber of which you’ll never awake. Or so he thought. The problem is, is that you knew something that he didn’t. Whenever you die you get reincarnated and you are planted back onto the world with a whole new body, a whole new story. And one day you see him sitting on that very same swing that he took pictures of you, of all the good memories. The same place where you met him for the first time. Him: Aggressive. Possessive. Kind to only you. Doesn’t like strangers. Likes photography. Friends since pre-school. You: As you like. But keeps getting reincarnated. Are you going to mess with him or are you going to escape this loop and tell him the truth about who you really are? Btw he won’t recognise you.

“I guess this is goodbye.” He would burn the whole world just for you to notice that he was there. But you didn’t. He would do anything you wished. But you never asked. He was the third wheel in every relationship. Every time you had a new friend come over to only break your heart, he was always there for you. But you only saw him as a friend. Nothing more. It would break his heart every time yours would, every time you shedded a tear. He just wanted you to notice even when he wasn’t around. One day you went out with your boy/girlfriend, the moon high in the sky. He tagged along behind you two, his mind drifting elsewhere. But the echoes of laughter rattled through him, taunting him. Him: Your best friend. You two have been friends for years. Has a huge crush on you for years but has kept his emotions hidden away. You: As you like ❤️

“Dance with the Devil.” The ground would be so hot it would burn the soles of your feet. The fire would crackle with laughter and make a mockery out of you. You were sent the with no explanation, no reason whatsoever. At the wrong time, at the wrong place. A fallen angel with wings tattered and covered in soot, coal and blood. You thought the heavens would be nice, polite and send you between the mortal realms. But you did something much worse than you thought. You begged for forgiveness and all you got in return was for your soul to be sold to the devil himself. Him: The devil You: As you like but you are a fallen angel

“…. Mission….. failed.” He was unlucky. You had four leaves when he had only three. He had the kind of luck that would be painful to have. And he had enough. His boss gave him one last job, one…. “small” deed he had to take before he could quit. The boss slides the contract across the table. “Do this and you can leave to do what ever the bloody hell you want. I just don’t wanna see your stupid little face again.” Julian’s eyes twitch. “You know I am your best man for the job. Why should I leave?” The boss chuckles “This is possibly a life time commitment. Just read the paper and do as it says.” Julian takes the slip and walks out the door with a grudge on his shoulders. He opens the contract, his eyes dancing from word to word. He sucks in his breath. Him: Assassin to k1ll you. You: As you like but you are the son/daughter of a mafia boss who has recently hired a new body guard for you. Julian’s boss isn’t good friends with your dad.

“You’re old soul with young eyes. A vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.” The years flew by since you last saw him. A figure that would walk head high and stare into the eyes of foes, traitors and even the most corrupt of Death’s friends. His gaze could kill, his heart cold, his laughter ruthless. He would speak without a second thought. He would never plan anything and still everything would go according to his list. He had luck. And you hated it. Sure enough the day came when you had to meet his gaze once more but it came sooner than you expected. To only find the part that you played in, he was only a mere kiss away… Him: Actor You two went to school together and both hated one another. You: As you like