Jinx was just as broken as you. Two half’s of different hearts pressed into one. Who knows, maybe this messy, grimy so called love story could’ve worked. But I guess we’ll never know.

When a messy loud crippling cold night passed Jinx never showed her face again. It was as if she had disappeared from Zaun itself. But you knew better than to believe that. You felt her linger—watch. As if those once captivating crazy eyes were etched onto the back of your head, her fingers ghostly tickling your neck only for you to find nothing—perhaps no one.

here you were. Drowning in a classless bar round after round not feeling a thing. You just felt the hangover’s headaches creeping soon.

Bickering of strangers taunts and sloppy words filled your ears—cruel comments and ugly laughs.

“Why don’t you guys stop talking and screw each other?” The oh so familiar voice echoed from a corner.

Jinx.