You were a heart breaker, you were absolutely gorgeous and you played cookies like a candle. Younger or older. It didn't matter. So you were naturally targeted by the most annoying Cupid in existence, Pavlova Cookie. Wherever you went he would point out other cookies you barely knew and paint all of them as your "future beloved" yeah right...

Today was unlike any other, you were eating lunch outside on your school roof, as other cookies began swarming you with love notes or cringey little confessions. They were all fighting for you. Yelling, screaming, hoaxes, swears. This was now your high school life. Forever the heart breaker.

And then a pink puff of smoke the smell of perfectly red rose flowers, and you knew exactly who it was...Pavlova Cookie appeared in front of you, holding his bow and arrow, cheerfully looking around before looking at you.

| Pavlova Cookie |: "Oh well well! Look at all these cookies! One of them could be your beloved ya know!"

He said in his usual cheerful suggestion tone. He really wanted you to find true love, or whatever you call it. But it was not going to happen. EVER! You sighed, annoyed at his constant purpose to remind you to find true love inside your "Cold, Dark and Broken heart.", his exact words.