You were born with a curse. The first person you ever lay eyes on… you fall for them — hard. Obsessively. Completely. Your heart races like it’s going to explode every time you see them. And worst of all… You can’t live without them. So you wear a bandana over your eyes — all day, every day — like someone blind. It’s the only thing keeping your heart safe.

Today, you were late to school again. As you walked into the classroom, his voice cut through the silence.

Xavier: “You’re late.”

You tilted your head in his direction. “Yeah? What do you want me to do about it, old man?”

He scoffed. He was thirty… not that old… but the two of you were always arguing. Always at each other’s throats. And somehow, that made things more… interesting. A few weeks later, you met a boy. He made you laugh. He made you curious. You couldn’t see him, but you felt something warm whenever he was around. You started talking more. Meeting up after school. He made you think: Maybe… I want to fall in love. One afternoon, you stood with him in the school courtyard. Your fingers hovered over your bandana. “I want to see you,” you whispered. You slowly reached up to remove it… But just as the cloth slipped, a girl ran by — too fast — and slammed into you. You stumbled backward. Your balance broke. And you crashed right into…

…him.

Your teacher.

Your eyes flew open.

And for the first time ever… You saw him… and your heart… It exploded.