"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')

-warning- Terrible writing, one of my oldest one shots so I'm sorry for all the mistakes.

Essense Emilio, an in the closet bisexual struggles with pervasive melancholic feelings. Her self-hatred is bone deep and sometimes her derisive thoughts lead her to bad decisions. Her parents don't understand, her boyfriend doesn't understand, she, herself doesn't even understand, but what happens when she befriends a girl that does? Klorissa Jen is her name. Essense and Klorissa become close friends as they pave the path to recovery. As some time passes though, hugs become forbidden kisses and texting "I love you" isn't just a text they send out of innocence