A/N: Here goes! PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS! If you comment, I'll type... promise.


I walked the frozen pavement, and shivered as a draft from an alley came blowing my hair back. As I passed a French restaurant called "Finnelli's", I saw a couple smooching, an adoring look in their eyes. I felt a sharp pang hit my heart. The wind tousled my hair, and I looked up at the sky, silently whispering "Simon". I noticed a little boy staring at me, and I coughed inconspicuously and kept walking.

"Dad! You here?" I yelled as I entered my now bland looking house. Ever since mom… died, it's been bad. I shook my head, mentally scolding myself for thinking of two people that shall not be named. I heard no answer, so I walked in the kitchen, grabbed a mini container of Chocolate fudge ice cream, and walked out, flipping mindlessly through channels. My Ice Cream was frozen so I sat it on the little table to thaw out.

It's been a year since… mom and… Simon has left me. Simon, my forever lover has stolen my heart, mom just killing me by leaving. Getting bored at watching a Free Credit Report commercial, I turned off the television and laid down staring at the ceiling. I slowly closed my eyes, and felt some one caressing my face.
"Simon?" I gasped as my soul mate- still unbelievably gorgeous- stared back at me. I sat up, and embracing him, bent my head forward to kiss him… and rolled over, hitting the floor with a motion so shocking my eyes flew open in shock. I sat up- for real this time- glancing around me like a crazy person does.

No Simon. "Why does my heart and mind feel the need to keep torturing me like this?" I muttered, blinking back a few tears. I grabbed my now almost soft Ice Cream and headed to my room. Oh, what would I do to have Simon back with me.

The next day I woke up to see a blinding sun glinting through my not so helpful blinds. Groaning, I headed to the shower- and ran face first into my dad.

"Hey honey! How are you? Done eating all of the Ice Cream?" he smirked at me, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Yup. Here you go! I'm going to take a shower… don't expect any warm water." I handed him the carton, and smiled as I stepped in the warm shower. If only life were like a shower. Soothing, warm, and relaxing. But it's not. It's stressful, annoying, and heart breaking. And so was everything else in this world.

I didn't do anything today because… nothing to do. I looked at my reflection some. I also looked at my wall for an hour. Finally, my dad who didn't look any better than I did, said "There's a new place in town- you should go!" he smiled. I looked at him for a moment, then changing out of my sweats and tank top, changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a purple tight shirt that said "Heart Breaker? No, I'm the heart broken". It matched my personality. I didn't ask my dad for the new place's address- I'm surprised that I didn't hear It before he did. I walked down the foggy street, and found the new place… it had no sign. I walked in, and tried to cover my shock. It had… vials. It looked like a witch store.

"Hello. Can I help you?" a woman with petite features and long brown hair looked at me.

"Uh… no thank you."

"Oh. Let me know if you need help!" she grinned, then started shuffling papers. I walked down the scented shelves, feeling a little flushed. I just didn't know why.

"Hey! You!" the woman pointed to me.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes! Would you like your palm read?" she asked. I gave her a funny look, but she told me it was free, so I thought, What the heck!, and walked to her, handing her my palm. She smiled, then touched my palm. Her face changed from shock, smiles, more shock, fear, love, adoration, and sadness. It stayed sad as she pulled away.

"Do you miss him?" she asked after several minutes of us staring away. I didn't try to lie- we both know who she was taking about.

"More than you know. More than anything. More than I miss my old self." I gave her a depressed look.

She looked around.

"Where did you meet?" she asked leaning forward.

"A park. At night. Alone." I mentally yelled at myself for sounding like an idiot.

"Do you want to see him?" she gave me a intense look.

"Yes. But I can't" I said.

"Here. I'm not supposed to do this but… tonight, take this bottle," she handed me a fancy vial, filled with a burgundy content, "and sit where you first met. Through the liquid from this bottle in the air- make sure it hits you- and close your eyes. Think of Simon. Deeply. And whatever you do- Don't. Panic. Do you hear me?" the woman handed me the bottle, and I gave her a 20 dollar bill.

I nodded. I have nothing to lose, I thought. I took my little baggie, and went home. Night seemed to come slower. At 8:30, I grabbed the vial and my purse, then said "Going to… the store, be right back!" to my dad. I didn't want to tell him I was going to the park at night. It was dangerous.

I walked to the park, and sat on the bench where I first spotted- and lost- Simon. It brought back painful memories. I took a deep breath (I felt dumb), and opening the vial (it smelled like… pine wood and spices) closed my eyes. Throwing the burgundy bottle's contents, I thought of Simon. His smell, his eyes, his body, his clothes, his body, his hair, his body… his body… and his face. I opened my eyes. Nothing happened. Feeling pissed that I just literally gave a woman $20, I stood up, and took one look at the park. I immediately bumped into someone, and said "Sorry!" and taking a good look at the man… screamed.