A/N: Yeah, me too. I hate these. Just some things to clear up before you read this. Of course, if you couldn't care less about WHAT you read, you are very welcome to just skip the bold parts of this chapter. Some warnings to include are:

1)This fic goes by the storyline of Love Magic. Soo... SPOILERS, SPOILERS EVERYWHERE! RING THE ALARM BELLS, DEPLOY ALL PERSONNEL!

Seriously though? There ar of spoilers here, so I suggest you play the game before you even attempt to read this fic.

2) LGBT characters ARE included in this fic. I'm sure some people reading this are rolling their eyeballs at this "warning" in faint disgust. Seriously? In 2017 (NOW 2018 LOL)? There's still a need to warn people about the diverse sexuality of some characters? Believe me, there are. If you don't like the idea of being gay, the exit is on the left.

P.S: Love Magic 2 includes gay characters lol. Just in case you didn't pick on that already.

You didn't have to wait long for that spoiler, did you?

3) I genuinely don't know how far I'll go. I get carried away when writing — and things can get from 0 to 100 real quick bwahahahaha. I don't want you stumbling into here expecting fluff, and then getting an accidental side serving of lemon. While I severely doubt it'll get to this, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

4) I'm unsure as to how often I'll update? I have a notebook with HEAPS and HEAPS of ideas that I have yet to slot in. All in due time, I suppose.

5) And finally, this is my first fanfic, so the updates may come slowly because of other commitments. Constructive criticism would be appreciated- but be aware that the main character (you!) may be portrayed a little differently from the game. Considering I have no idea how MC will react to certain things.

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Barely concealed moans slip past my lips as I collapse at the foot of my bed, curling up into a ball— as though shielding my sudden moment of weakness from the world.

"Why..?"

"Why?!"

Shoulders shaking from suppressed sobs, I draw myself up into a sitting position; tucking my knees beneath my chin and wrapping my arms around them as unshed tears swim around my irises; blurring my vision completely until they spill over, one by one.

Breathe.

I simply could not.

Breathe in.

That's it.

Breathe out.

A wail of utter despair and sadness and every other emotion in between burst through the dam I created to avoid stressing my mother out in the car.

Shakily, I draw myself up, settling at the base of my bed, running quaking finger through my locks and wiping away the last of the tears with the sleeve of my cardigan. I know that if I were to venture downstairs I'd find mother busying herself in the kitchen; crying silently when, thinking nobody can see her. I know I'd find my best friend, June, curled up on the sofa with a book, already absorbed within the fictitious dream life within it, and I know, I know that I'd walk straight outside, to soak in the sun and escape the mournful atmosphere inside, constricting my chest until I could no longer breathe. I know I'd marvel at how the world would continue to spin on its axis, and how everybody would go along with their daily lives without a care in the world for my suffering.

I shake with suppressed rage, my hand clenching to form a tightly formed fist. How could they?

But I know that it is nobody's fault.

Life would only give me a fleeting backwards glance and walk away, leaving my sorrowful, dejected state behind. My only choice is to continue to pave on forwards.

Even if it means leaving Grandmama's death behind.

Sinking into the plushy comfort of my pillows, closing my eyes, I succumb into the darkness.