Author's Note:

testing…. 1, 2…. Testing.

Hiya! ^^ let's just say this is a test run for my incoming fic for a Zen x MC story. :) To make the reading smoother, the name of MC is Cara. This is not an angst story. (technically because I love Zen so much to hurt him.. XD)

I do not own Mystic Messenger and its characters, I only own the MC and the others who belong in this story but do not appear in the original game. :)

Let me know what you think and send me an ask! :)

Oh! I am also open for Mystic Messenger headcanons, so go ahead and ask :D

With love,

grumpypiggy ^^ :3

P.S. please have mercy on my soul. I've been rusty at my writing. :)

PROLOGUE

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

It was always her mantra when she could feel herself slipping into the dark depths of anxiety. Slowly, ever so slowly, she could feel the cold sensation spread from her toes, to her fingertips, until it reaches the corners of her mind, insidiously threatening to slaughter every ray of hope and happiness she felt that time. If it were mundane days, she would've tried to stop it. However, tonight, she didn't try to stop the attack from happening. She felt that she was purely incapable to hinder the immense gush of emotions for she was too tired to be strong for this. She was just too damn tired.

As she slowly laid her hands at her sides, her right hand clutching the phone, she can feel herself shake. Ah, the first signs of the attack's here. She closed her eyes as she felt tears prick her eyes and she raised her head up, a silent plea in the darkness, hoping for somebody to help her. Somebody to help her ease the pain. She could feel coldness wrap her body, causing her to want to flee onto a corner until the darkness cannot reach her, until she felt safe, until her world stopped shaking, until the storms she was feeling inside her would subside and she can start again. Her shoulders slumped as she felt tears flow down at the side of her face, one after another, signifying the start of her deepest sorrows.

She didn't mean to pry. She somehow just managed to hear this tiny voice at the back of her mind and her hunch followed. Something within her told herself to open that one thing on her phone; because it was important for her to see… that it was important for her to just know. She prayed so hard to somebody omnipotent to take her away from here or somehow ease what she was feeling because she wasn't expecting the blow to be this painful; to be this weakening. She could feel her legs shake and give out with the strength she had left to stand up. She gasped a sob as she landed on her knees on the floor, her hands still clutching her phone tightly as she shut her eyes and tried to calm herself down.

Albeit her utmost efforts to be calm... Calmness wouldn't come.

In the darkness of her cold room, she cried. She cried for the pity she felt for herself as she realized all the time she wasted over something that would eventually give her this unbearable pain. Realizing she was still holding her phone, she took a look at the screen, hoping that what she saw flashed on it was just a nightmare. She gravely hope that she'll wake up soon from this. She was desperately hoping for one last rational thought of defending what she saw from her own doubts. She never wanted to be this stupid, but she knew. She knew that this was bound to happen to anybody. She just didn't think it would happen to her this way. She never knew it would hurt so much.

As she stared at the evidence right in front of her. Her mind and heart, for once in her life, screamed the same thing.

This is enough. He doesn't love you.

She could feel the numbness start to crawl in her system, somehow alleviating the pain she was feeling, but the wound was still fresh.

She knew that wounds, no matter how early or late they were inflicted upon somebody, will still hurt when touched regardless of the longevity of its existence.

As she stared at the evidence of the betrayal of the person she trusted and loved the most, fresh tears flowed through her eyes, and she finally succumbed to the clutches of her anxiety. Curling up into a shaking ball on her cold floor, she sobbed and she sobbed as she cried for the heart she lost, for the identity she have given, for the time she wasted putting efforts on a person who never saw her worth.

"Somebody, please." she brokenly whispered to nobody in the dark.

Please. Save me from this pain.

She knew nobody will come and that she only had herself to blame for everything that happened to her right now. If she just fought for her right to be given what she was due. If only she noticed and paid attention to the red flags, it wouldn't hurt this much.

It wouldn't reduce her to this doddering fool who cried over her lover who cheated.

She has invested too much for a person she thought knew her and loved her for her. She lost herself in the process of making everything work, taking care of the other's woes, forgetting her own until she got emptied up by the entire longevity of the relationship. She cannot fathom where she went wrong, but the only coherent thing that floats up on her mind is that never again will she allow herself to feel this pitiful.

Never again.

She could feel herself numb up as she cried and cried, her sobs getting louder and broken. If there are people who can innocently claim to love you and instantly let you go and hurt you this fast, then she never will she hope for people who can love her the way she can love them. She has endured too much to be able to give love after this.

It will take heaven and hell to convince her otherwise.

If there was somebody out there who can make her feel that all her assumptions by the outcome of her relationship can be rendered and love can be something hopeful… If somebody can show her that she can receive the same amount of love that she is able to give an individual or maybe more, it will take them a lifetime to make her agree.

She may be innocent in a lot of things, but she was never a sheltered child. She knew enough that love should never hurt this way. Love should never make a person feel less and love should never rob a person off of their identities. This wasn't love.

This was a painful lesson that she will be resilient upon… someday, but not at this moment. It'd take time, but for now she will weep because it hurts. she will weep because she is entitled to feel the pain.

Inside the four walls of her darkened room, she cried. Holding herself as she let the anxiety, the pain, the sadness overwhelm her. She allowed herself to feel everything all at once. It was more than she could bear but this would only happen now.

Because until somebody can prove to her that with the pain she was feeling now comes with an exact opposite, she will choose to protect herself.

Until a person proves to her that somebody can love her the way she thinks she deserves to be loved…

She will never love again.

In the same night two people where destined to meet, one is in pain, and the other is in bliss. A woman who was broken, and man who found himself at last. The universe has finally got their fates intertwined, little do they know their meeting would be soon

In the most perfect time, the universe will have them see each other. In a circumstance that is different from any other. This is a story of a man who will meet the broken woman. Where hearts and minds will play a part, who gives in or who gives up.

This is a story of a man who has the capability to heal the broken woman.

Zen fumbled with his keys as he entered his apartment after such a long night at rehearsal. He was tired and he really needed a drink. His co workers have made a lot of mistakes today at practice that's why everything in the schedule was delayed. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to talk to somebody. He loved his work, but he was somehow tired. Maybe it was the fatigue getting into his system this evening.

As he entered his apartment he took off his coat and he went straight to his fridge and grabbed one of his favorite beers. As he took a sip he laid down with a thud on his couch, his head resting on the couch as he stared as his ceiling. He wasn't a rich person, but he have lived the way he thought he should. He built up a name for himself, he built a living wherein he was truly happy, but somehow he felt like something was missing. He was happy with his daily routine. waking up in the morning to go to work or rehearse, and at evenings he would waste his energy at the gym to improve his looks because it is, in his career, the one of the vital details that will help him stay in the industry for so long. However, something was amiss. He wanted more warmth in his life. His house was a bit dull every time he opens it when he comes home from a hard roll at work. He was hoping somebody would be there to greet him home even if just for a little while.

Must he get a pet?

He chuckled to himself as his hand pinched the bridge of his nose.

What was he saying?

He wanted somebody in his life.

He was not much of a rich person, but he can love like hell and that is a good thing, in his opinion. He has been an actor since he could remember, he was okay in his stature in his career and he knew he was missing the one thing a person needed in their lives.

He wanted to fall in love.

However, no matter how intense his desire is to love somebody, he wanted to build his career more so that when somebody in his life arrives, he could provide them with something better than what he has. After all, as he looked around his house, it was built for a bachelor of his class. He must work hard in order to be more suitable for anybody out there.

He chuckled again and he went to his bedroom as he wiped away his thoughts of having somebody to love or even falling in love as he prepared himself for his work out before he ends his day.

However, there was only one question that lingered on his mind as he made the arrangements for his workout session for this evening...

Was there even a person in the universe whom he can love and who can love him in return?