It is talked, the first kiss needs to be deserved.My was stolen by a demon in a mask under black sky of Chicago.It is talked, oaths that we give are sacred.My were broken, barely a clock broke through midnight.It is talked, we give a heart only to one man.My cracked in two. Dreams about the happy future next to a darling, as early as childhood the becoming best a friend, broken up on million fragments. And now next to me that, who I see in night nightmares.Is it talked, there must be a happy end at every history?Not likely.One kiss.Two hearts.Three lives.One fate.