Your middle school was holding a Valentines Day dance, which was to be held on February 16th.

The days slowly reached by, and you had nervousness and anxiety gnawing at your gut.

You wanted to ask your crush of...many years, but you had seen so many people ask him, and get turned down, that you feared he would do the same to you.

His name?

Alastor. The most handsome boy in your grade.

His tan skin, chocolate brown hair and eyes, and that charming smile...

You had fallen for it all.