This is not a story of a charming boy next door and a pretty girl wherein they meet, fall in love and live happily ever after. This is a story of a boy with nothing but intellect as his only treasure and a baneful girl with secrets nobody dares ask her about. The pursuit of his answers begin long after when he comes to know that he too is a part of the skeletons in her cupboard and unsuspected feelings bloom in him as he sees in her a familiar face from his bygone years. This is not the story of a boy who grew into a man through pain. This is the story of a girl who was never to be born.

Lordly Loralie Hansel

“There’s a reason I don’t have a list of villains as long as Bruce’s, Barry’s, or even yours. When I deal with them, I deal with them.” 


 ― Geoff Johns, Justice League: Trinity War 


My mother, Ayven Bennett always reminded me of this code: koffee+ketchup, with a 'k' replacing the 'c' on purpose. 


"You must remember this till someone comes and asks you the question of the drink, okay? When asked, just write the response and show it to them. Your life depends on this. Don't ask me why sweetie. You will know when the right time comes," She often used to say. 


Now this lady in front of me held out her hand for me to shake. 


"I'm Klara Thompson, an acquaintance of your mother's, and you must be her son?" 


Reluctantly, I took her hand in mine and shook it, minding the inquisitive sentence. My sensitive palm could feel the callouses in hers and I didn't even have to take a look to know. She had a very firm handshake compared to my bony, weak one. 


Harpe: The Scythe