Authors Note: Felt like adding a really short weird little prologue to set a tone before all the action begins.
SO IF YOU DON'T CARE FOR PROLOGUES, SKIP THIS (I won't be offended if you go straight to the next chapter, promise)
I know I can't take one more step towards you cause all that's waiting is regret.
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore? You lost the love I loved the most.
I learned to live, half-alive, and now you want me one more time.
And who do you think you are, running around leaving scars.
Collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
Who do you think you are?
~Christina Perri, Jar Of Hearts
Prologue
Nothing would change, nothing would make a difference, nothing had any meaning. It was the stale lone existence of a Nobody, destined for a life where you can't even feel if you're alive or not. Mission after mission, they would collect hearts from beings that probably deserved them more than they did. Without conscience, what was remorse to one of them but a rusted tool they had long forgotten how to use.
But regrets stained their memories. It was something that would never leave, or could never be corrected. Only a Somebody had a life to make right, and they'd lost all of those rights once they'd given up what made them human.
A blue-haired male stirred in his cold bed. He couldn't even remember what made him finally give up that part of him, along with everything he ever felt. All he could recall was eerie warmth that surrounded him before it all blurred. No one could live with such a gap within themselves, but fortunately this was just existing, nothing more.