You came back? Splendid! I didn't expect to get an audience again, but it looks like my narrative skills and life story aren't such a bore after all. I'm sure all of you are dying to hear what I'll be talking about today and I won't keep you in suspense, because I'm a kind person *wink*, so here comes the story about my college days. Uni take one...action!

I say take one since I started it two times. Finishing it took me a while though. I think one of my biggest mistakes when it came to seeking out higher education was that the education was not the point. The only reason I even applied for college the first time around was because I wanted to get away. Get away from my father, from the chaotic state of things in my household, from my shrink, from the people who bored me and did nothing but judge me and talk behind my back, from the fact that I remained unspecialized and from all the weird shit I'd lived through while at Court. The second time around it started off as something I did to keep my mind off things, something that would help me pass the time quicker. I can't really remember at which point I'd decided I should take it more seriously, but it was the exact same point when I actually started enjoying it.

My mom was proud when I enrolled, bless her pure soul. My father however, as much as I hate to admit it, saw right through the bull. He knew the truth and the truth was that he was about to spend money on my play pretend schooling. Luckily, he wanted me out of his house almost as much as I did, so he too played along. Not without bitching about it though.

The choice of the university was tough. Mostly because if there was a university set up on Antarctica I'd probably go there and it still wouldn't have been enough of a distance between my life at Court and me. However, my mom begged me to stay close to home up until the moment I couldn't bear to look at her saddened expression and I caved in. But I was going to live on campus and there were no compromises on it. It was the middle ground she could live with.

This was when the larger issue arose in the form of no other than the thick-browed, grey-haired, looking at you over my rim of my glasses while I judge your adolescent ass man who I've introduced as Dr. Shrink. I was adamant about ending my sessions with him, but that didn't exactly agree with my father. And this was the moment when my great-aunt Tatiana came to my rescue. She offered to take the role of the person that'd be in charge of my mental health. My father argued against it, naturally. I think he said something between the lines of 'I'm sure you have better things to do than deal with his childish behaviour', but she wouldn't take no for an answer. So Dr. Shrink was replaced by my great-aunt (and great didn't just simply stand for her relation to me). I still kept the diary though. I know, unbelievable, but it kind of grew on me.

I'd see my aunt over the weekends, mostly on late Sunday afternoons. We'd drink tea or something stronger, depending on how much I partied the previous night. We'd smoke cigarettes in the throne room (yeah I began smoking near the end of high school) and one time I even got her to try weed. Man that was hilarious. Especially after she shocked me by admitting trying was not the adequate word. We talked about a lot of things, even about some I didn't want to share with anyone. And the rest, the events that wouldn't be appropriate to retell, I wrote in my diary or stored in my memory, though there was little I couldn't share with this amazing woman.

She called me her little artist since I'd decided to major in art. I always kind of had a thing for it truth to be told. I played with crayons when I was a kid so much my mom sometimes couldn't wash them off me for days. I used to draw sketches on the margins of my books in school when I got bored during lessons. And, since my aunt intuitively sensed my artistic inclinations, she bought me a collection of expensive paints when I was seventeen and I'd put them to use every time I needed an escape (which was often). All of this led me to believe that maybe someday that could be more than a hobby for me. My aunt fully supported me. She fully supported almost every decision I made, even when that decision was to drop out.

All in all, going back to the topic at hand, college was an experimental time for me. I hadn't really shied away from certain adventures even in high school, but this was on a whole other level. Since the moment I'd set a foot on the campus I hadn't stopped partying and man, college students knew how to party. And parties were where all the debauchery happened. Naturally, I'd go wherever the majority went, whether it was a bar, a club or a fraternity.

Was I a part of a fraternity? Hell, yeah I was. What kind of a question is that? I'm not going to name it, but let's just say their slogan called to me. I liked the idea that every member was something or could become something, which is a hint enough if you're a smart little bee and you do your research. Their colors drew me too. I didn't know why at the time, but later I realized that the blue and the gold of their crest resembled the colors that danced through my aura.

Now, remember how I told you kids not to come back until I finish talking about college... well, it's time for those of you who were insubordinate to beat it. Do you hear me? Okay, fine, but don't say I didn't warn you.

The people I became friendly with were partiers too, sometimes even wilder than me and at that age I was hard to top. Hanging out with them I had the opportunity to indulge in many things: alcohol, drugs and sex. A real rock 'n' roll ride. The first one you're familiar with if you know anything about me. It wasn't something I was new to and it wasn't something I ever quit. The second one, to this day, stayed a part of this period alone (well that is if you don't count the meds I'm talking to keep the Spirit at bay).

I tried a few things, some I liked, some not so much. Most of them didn't really go well with my already distorted mind. Sure, they made me feel powerful while I was on them, but the aftermath was almost always chaotic. It was all fun and games when you feel that sharp, tingling sensation of happiness running through your nose, above your temples and then deep under the skin around your ears straight into your brain. Oh yeah, it's good when it sends you to a high. But when you come down and then sink into the depths of hell, that's when you realize it was so not worth it. And sure, a good trip from the pill under your tongue could get you places, but you never knew when a bad one could hit. For me, the bad ones were really, really bad.

Weed was okay, mostly. It was my usual choice when offered several. I'd reacted to it differently almost every time. I think it was related to Spirit or the amount I had. Maybe something else entirely, it beats me. The thing I enjoyed about it the most — time. Time warped into a completely different dimension. It could've been a second or an eternity when you're splayed over the floor staring at the ceiling, revelling in the state this plant had put you in. It moved so slow you'd feel like you'd stay young forever. I loved how my body relaxed and my mind awoke. It ticked in a different way than it normally would, in a deeper way. I could think about the purpose of the fly twirling around my room or the theory of the universe itself. I'd often get crazy inspired. No really, some of my best work was created when I was holding a joint in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. And it rose my appetite for anything digestible, blood included. I couldn't really describe the heightened taste of blood dripping down your throat in what felt like slow motion even if I tried. And I did try, see:

For the first time in my life I felt like I could never get enough. Sure, restraining yourself when you feel the warm heavenly nectar that not only keeps you alive, but makes life pulse through your body, is hard on any given day. But in a moment when you're crazed with need, when you're like a man who had returned from a desert and all he can think about is a cold, fresh glass of water, in that moment you don't want to stop. You can't think about the consequences, about what's right, you can only think about the divine taste of every single drop that passes your lips. They move so slow down your throat you find yourself savoring every inch they pass and your focus moves to them and them alone. Until you're one. You're the drop and the drop is you—.

Okay, I might have been a bit high when I was writing this too, but you get the point. Sadly, now that I'm a responsible adult and a father of two, I'll have to conclude this part of the story by saying: KIDS, DON'T DO DRUGS! Of any kind! No matter how fun they are or seem to be! Sure, I had my fun with them and sure I can't think of a bad side effect of weed when used occasionally but, BUT there's a reason why I left them all behind. Running away from reality, dulling out the things you don't want to feel, jumping out of your skin and temporarily putting on a new one can only get you so far. It's not a solution, not a lasting one anyway.

Next up: sex. It's always the answer, isn't it Nickelback? It's no secret I enjoy it very much and like most things in life I'm not really shy about it and during it. This is the thing for which I'll say: DO IT ALL YOU WANT KIDS, just as long as you're being safe in every sense of it. Okay, 'kids' was probably not a good term to use. Teenagers? Young adults? Whatever, you get the point!

Now, I popped my cherry before I reached Uni and I knew how to do the deed well enough, but I still had much to learn and there was no better place than the one where you're surrounded by sorority chicks. Mmmm... damn, I hope Sydney didn't hear me mentioning them. She's in the kitchen, I think.

Oh but chicks weren't the only game in town. What can I say, I'm a man of various tastes and I enjoy pleasures of all types, shapes, colors, flavors or well, in this case, genders. I prefer girls, that's no secret, but that doesn't make them exclusive. For me it's more about the soul and the connection than the body (not that I mind a hot one). I guess I was simply destined to meet more chicks I was drawn to mentally throughout my life than dudes. Maybe if I made other choices things would've turned out differently.

Anyhow, after hitting a solid two digit number plus, to my utmost surprise and delight, a threesome with the lovely ladies from my Uni and neighborhood, I thought there was nothing left for me to experience as completely new. Though, sex does always feel like a new experience when you change your partner and, as you can see, I changed them quite often. But boy was I in for a surprise.

As usual, on a Friday night, I was painting the town red with my college friends up at this insane club we'd managed to get into yet again with our fake ID's and my charm. I was so deep into the bottle I didn't even need the flashing lights and the deafening music to feel like I was on a roller-coaster which made me sick and filled me with joy at the same time. I was dancing, yep, dancing like there was no tomorrow while the atmosphere and the alcohol I had consumed made my blood hot. I can't remember what I was drinking, but whatever it was — it made me horny.

I remember there was this girl I was more than inappropriately dancing with at some point and I remember a guy approached her and joined the fun. She danced between us for a while. No, actually, she rubbed against us until I could hardly keep my thoughts at bay (something else at bay as well). And then she slipped away and threw her arms around the fella she'd introduced as her best friend. From the way they proceeded to touch and kiss, I'd say they were more than friends. I was left with the guy alone, so I figured I should stop moving and perhaps go get another drink. That was until he stepped closer and pulled me towards him. He had a hard grip, unsurprisingly since he was built like a Viking. He was a Dhampir, one of the rare ones around that place. He had piercing grey eyes, almost silver, but even if it wasn't for their mesmerizing color he still would've stuck me to my spot just by the intensity of his gaze. He was handsome and that's an understatement. When he pressed closer to me my first instinct was to pull back. The second instinct won though, so I relaxed in his hold and allowed him to lean in.

"You want to get out of here?", he mumbled into my ear. And you know what? I said: fuck it, let's go. I didn't even pause to think. Tension had already built up in me plenty from the dancing and I need an outlet. Plus, there was something about this guy that had me feeling like I'd say yes to whatever he suggested.

I was a bit fuzzy, so I don't really remember all of the details of how we got out of the club and to his apartment which was a few blocks away from my campus. I just remember we were in a cab at some point and that his hand slid up and down my thigh leisurely, making my mind beg the driver to hurry the hell up. When we tumbled into his apartment he slammed the door behind us with his foot and gripped my shirt and coat with his hands, bunching the material up so much I thought he was going to rip it in half, before he slammed his lips against mine. I was distinctly aware of the fact that he used his hold on me to lead me in what I figured was the direction of his bed. The funny thing was that he was doing exactly what I had done a million times before. Okay, maybe a little rougher (not that I mind roughness when it came to this sort of activity). It actually felt strangely satisfying to be the one that was led rather than being the leader.

Being with a guy felt different that's for sure. I mean, the mechanics were pretty much the same: kissing, touching and the rest of the fun stuff. It just felt odd to feel firm, flat chest and abs, statue of a god worthy abs, under my hands. The usual soft gasps were replaced by heavier grunts that, at some moments, I couldn't pinpoint which one of us let out. It was strange to feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against my thigh as our legs tangled from the haste of our movements. Different, odd, strange are the words that I'd used so far, but in the same time it felt like the most right, wonderful and thrilling thing in the world. It was just proof that different doesn't mean bad. In this case - different was very, very good.

We disposed of our clothes in frenzy, the only material still left being our boxers, before he kneeled between my legs and his eyes raked over me. Those eyes could really take you places. He had this little satisfied smirk, like he was more than pleased by what he saw. And if I tell you I felt like a kid who still hadn't hit puberty compared to his physic, you can only imagine how pleased I was.

"I was really hoping you wouldn't say no", he chuckled, running his hand over my stomach, "I've been wanting to find out what hides behind those fancy clothes all night."

I think I thought to myself something like 'pull your shit together', but I was still incapable of responding. Instead, I used the only language I could think off at that point. I sat up and kissed him, pulling his bottom lip with my teeth in an invitation. He understood it, the hand that was ghosting over my stomach now slipping lower. I let my head fall back a little while I squeezed my eyes shut. He used my new position to find my pulse point, his lips touching it gently at first before he sucked on it. He nudged me back into the pillows and lay on top of me as I latched onto his strong biceps.

"You want to be on top?", he breathed out into my ear and, for a mere second, I froze. I was, for the very first time after losing my virginity, the less experienced one in the situation. Like I said the mechanics were the same, but that didn't stop me from feeling like a total rookie.

He must have felt my hesitation since he stopped what he was doing and pulled back to look at me. And again I was lost in the depths of those shiny, silver orbs. For the first time since our bodies connected he did something so unexpectedly gentle that, for a second, I thought I had imagined it. His hand sneaked up to my neck and his thumb slid across my jawline.

"Don't tell me—", he begun saying, but I cut in with a wordless nod.

"Damn, I never would have guessed from your moves so far."

"The moves are well practices, but the body is a bit new", I chuckled and that brought a grin to his face.

He propped himself on his elbow, taking some of his weight off me. His hand ran down my chest again and I shivered when he approached his target. He rubbed his palm against me and I breathed out loudly. He was still looking at me when he spoke again: "How about we do something else for now?"

And that sentence was what resulted in one of the best blowjobs yours truly had ever received. Yep, the guy seriously knew his shit, not that I was surprised. All of the insecurities I had vanished somewhere along the way and that night turned into one very long moan-filled parade. When we were both spent, we lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. We talked, a lot. About random things really. And it felt good, everything felt good with him. So I saw him again.

Dear Someone,

I actually finally passed an exam. I know, shocking, but someone went through a lot of trouble to talk me into studying and it paid off. That someone is sprawled over the bed with me right now, using my thigh as a pillow and he would be laughing his ass off if he could see what I'm scrabbling in here. Luckily, he doesn't push his nose where it doesn't belong and right now he is sleeping. I hadn't mentioned him before because... well, I didn't know he was going to stick around or become important to me. But he did both of those things.

Theo is unlike anyone I've ever met. I'll admit, I'm not an easy person to deal with, but somehow he manages it extraordinarily. He is an amazing friend. And yes I said friend and yes we do have more than friendly benefits sometimes… okay a lot of the time, but it's not about that. It's about having someone to talk to or be completely silent with and feel entirely comfortable just like that, alone in our thoughts, but together in a room. His room mostly since sneaking him onto the campus proved to be harder than I thought.

We both agreed on the fact that we're not relationship material, but at the same time we kind of silently vowed not to bring others to our beds either. A little flirting, sometimes slightly more than that is alright with the both of us, but if I'm being honest I don't think either of us needs more since we've already covered our needs together.

Oh, I think he's waking up now… gotta go!

Yeah, Theo and I saw each other for a while. He became the person I spent most of my time with. He took it upon himself to get me to actually attend classes and put in some efforts. He claimed it was because he believed in my potential. At the time I thought he was even crazier than me, but it still felt good to have someone supporting you in such a way. Especially since no one but my aunt had done it in the past.

Sadly, Theo had to move away after a while. The only reason he was in town when we'd met was because he was working there, a mundane job. He never wanted to be a guardian and I understood that one hundred percent. Who'd want to throw their entire life away for someone else's? When he got a promotion (cause he is a hardworking and dedicated guy if you haven't picked that up already), it meant he had to pack up his bags and move to California. I was happy for him and trying not to show how devastated I really felt about his departure. He figured it out of course, he knew me well after all. He made sure to cheer me up as much as he could the last few nights we'd spent together (yes, the benefits played a large part in that). We kept in touch. I even visited him a few times in the following years. Last I heard he got married and adopted no less than three kids. I had no doubt he'd make an amazing father, he was a very carrying and loving soul.

Theo was the first, but not the only guy I'd been with over the course of my life. He was, however, the most significant one. After he left, I stayed clear of all sexual activities for a little while, probably because my subconscious wanted to "pay respect" to what we had. That was until I met Katrine. You know, I read somewhere her name means 'pure', like virgin purity. That wasn't my Kat though. Oh no, she was a little rascal! And she brought out the devil in me.

Kat was a Moroi, but was built more like a Dhampir. Moroi don't have curves like that, period. Her body reminded me of Megan's and, as you might recall, I did mention Megan had a heavenly one. Kat had some Asian roots which was evident in the slight curve of her beautiful gold-brown eyes, her dark almost black hair which was always loose and straightened up and the lack of paleness to her skin. She was drop-dead gorgeous and she knew it. She wore her confidence for everyone to see and was the furthest from a shy person one could get.

Kat and I met by mere accident. One of my friends, Hanna, was going out with some girl and asked me to tag along to make the atmosphere more chill. When she mentioned her date was bringing her super-hot and very straight friend along I had no choice but to succumb to this enormous sacrifice. What can I say, I'm a good guy that's always willing to save damsels in distress. Also I'd been abstaining for a while at that point so I was hoping to score some… khm, alright I'll shut up now.

Anyhow, we went to a bar and I, per Hanna's request, behaved and ordered a non-alcoholic drink, storing my fake ID and enchanting smiles away. Kat had no such problems apparently, since she charmed her way to a huge cocktail at the bar without anyone even asking for an ID from her. And when I said charmed her way, I meant pushed her cleavage into the bartender's nose until he probably couldn't remember his own name. According to Hanna everything went downhill from there, but she was under the influence of the worst hangover when those words were uttered. She was also still recovering from her walk of shame after being caught by her date's mother when she was sneaking out with half of her clothes missing since they got misplaced in what I'm guessing was a race to dispose of them. But at least she got some… okay, definitely stopping, again.

And what happened to me? I'm glad you asked! Ten cocktails down the road and I found myself piggybacking Kat into my dorm. She was way drunker than me, not that I was even close to sober, so as much as I wanted to see some action I'd decided I should put her to sleep. She protested, but it didn't take her long to pass out once I tucked her in. I was determined to be a perfect gentleman, but I was also under no circumstances sleeping on the floor thus I winded up sleeping beside her. And you know what I woke up to? Her lips wrapped around my morning wood. That ladies and gentlemen is definitely a hell of a way to wake up.

Since she was very much sober and very wiling on that fine morning we stayed in my bed for hours. I didn't even know I had such a strong stamina. And she kept testing my stamina for a while after that, though the length of my endurance wasn't her only interest. Oh no, she wanted to test all of my limits and I had close to none. She was the kinkiest girl I'd ever been with and I'd bedded some very liberal girls.

A bit of S&M, a bit of explicit public displays, a bit of recording (and no I don't have those records anymore you pervs) and I was almost convinced she could no longer surprise me. I probably should've learned by then thinking that you can't be surprised is like an open and loud invitation for the universe to throw everything it has at you. And the universe really outdid itself this time.

During one of our late-night rendezvous, right when we passed the point of neediness and slipped into a full-blown frenzy, Kat came up with a fresh idea. At such a moment I'd say yes to Satan if he asked to occupy my vessel let alone say yes to whatever she desired.

She whispered against my lips to stay put and keep my eyes shut and I obediently obliged. I felt her weight disappear from the bed and when she climbed back and straddled me, torturously rubbing her satin panties against my exposed sensitive parts, she dropped something on the mattress that made a clinking noise. The sound was familiar and I shivered in anticipation as she led one of my arms up to the bedpost, clasping the cold handcuff around my wrist. She repeated the same with my other arm and then tugged on the cuffs to make sure they were set tight. I opened my eyes in time to see her settling between my legs and taking me into her mouth. A hiss escaped me while she expertly twirled her tongue down my length. Her head bobbed a few times before she pulled back and smiled at me.

"Have you ever felt the endorphin's high?", she asked while she lazily stroked me, keeping me in the mood, but not allowing me to build up too much.

"Maybe", I shot back, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Yes?"

She squeezed her hand around me bringing me to the thin line between pain and pleasure. Her eyes fixed on me with a challenging look in them along with that mischievous spark that was always in her.

"Or no?"

I shook my head wordlessly before her grip loosened and I breathed in again. It was true, I'd never felt that infamous high. I'd bitten people during sex before, giving into that sinful taboo activity more times then I'd like to admit. I enjoyed it. No, enjoying isn't even close to being a strong enough word for it. Drinking straight from the source was always my guilty pleasure, but doing it while... man nothing compares to that. But until this point I had never truly thought about the pleasure the other person drew from it despite being well aware of it. I guess I was too lost in my own bliss to ponder on it.

"Let me show you."

With that Kat's lips landed on the lowest point of my stomach and her tongue teasingly came out to play, gliding over my abs, my chest and up to my collarbone. She moved mind-blowingly slow so I found myself curling my hands into fists in an attempt to resist the urge to move and make her hurry it up. She kissed my neck and then sucked my skin into her mouth, marking the perfect spot. Her hand sneaked down between us and she positioned me so I slid deep into her when she sat down. A gasp of relief escaped me upon that heavenly moment of first penetration. There is nothing like it, truly — the longing, the maddening desire and need, then finally the tight warmth that wraps around you like a blanket.

She rolled her hips and leaned back towards my neck, licking the hickey she made on it previously. I felt my blood pulsing through it and I was sure my skin was already turning purplish there. She teased me with occasional nips and licks, but she did nothing that would indicate she was actually going to go through with it. She kept riding me until I was growling pleas, begging for a release though I knew she'd never give it to me until she decided it was time. I knew Kat well and she was a master of sweet torture. Just as she'd bring me to the edge she'd slow the pace or stop moving completely, until I was incoherent and completely surrendered to her mercy.

Once she allowed me to near nirvana one last time she leaned back down and nipped my earlobe while whispering: "Now you get to fall over the edge."

And then she moved back to my neck and at last I felt the sharp sting as she pierced her target, her fangs sinking into me and their venom flowing into my bloodstream. I was distinctly aware of the handcuffs digging into my skin as I tugged my arms up and that was possibly the only thing keeping me from floating away, the only thing grounding me and making me stay a part of reality. But the feeling inside my body and mind — no drink or drug could ever, EVER send you to such heights. It was divine! I never wanted it to stop, I wanted to be lost forever in that haze of joy. There was no pain, no discomfort, no fear, just pure and utter bliss.

I'm pretty certain I erupted like a volcano inside of Kat, but I was unaware of anything outside of her fangs in my vein. When she pulled back I felt like somebody took all air out of my lungs, like they ripped away a part of my soul. I think I cried out for her to come back and keep going or maybe I prayed for it inside my head. My eyelids felt heavy, but I somehow pried them open when she leaned over me and freed my hands. I reached up and cuddled her cheek as soon as I could, seeing a grin spread over her lips that were still flecked with blood. My blood.

"Easy darling! We're treading on a thin line between passion and murder", she teased as she climbed off me and lay beside me, leaning her head against my shoulder and dragging her fingertips slowly against my heaving chest.

"I like that line", I mumbled sleepily, giving into my body's desires to shut down completely.

"I knew you would", was the last thing she said before sleep took a hold of me.

The hickey remained on my neck for a few days and the bite-mark longer since it got refreshed over and over again. It all resulted in a weird period of my fashion life when a silk scarf became my everyday accessory. Not that I was ashamed of those love bites gracing my neck, but they would've been hard to explain to my mundane friends.

Bless Kat she discovered a new universe for me. The only downside... I became addicted and in my books that means trouble. So I wasn't surprised when everything slowly started going to shit 'cause, lets be real, trying to maintain any attendance at Uni when you're either drunk, high from drugs or high from endorphins is impossible. Don't even get me started on my exams. Also right around this time my depression started acting up. It might have been triggered by the extreme highs and lows that kept shaking my mind on daily bases or by the mix of everything I was due to deal with but was too sedated to care about. The eruption of the problems I'd swept under the rug once I left Court was bound to happen.

I'll fast-forward this since, honestly, my mouth is already dry from all of the talking today already, but eventually I couldn't run from my fears anymore and, once I stopped and face them head-on, they consumed all of my time and energy. I dropped out of college soon after and I never saw Kat again. Not that either of us was really shaken by that. We had an extremely functional and entertaining fuck-only relationship which we were both cool with.

And what problems and fears am I talking about exactly? Oh, well, looks like you'll have to come back and see. I'll give you a little tease though. They mostly have to do with that little magical part of me, that special little element that gave me a lot of lemons through my life, but not many chances to make lemonade. However, the Spirit did make it up to me. It gave me something that trumps all of the bad and the darkness. It brought me people who became my friends, my family which is why it deserves a lot of mentions through my story. I just hope it doesn't bore you. A man can dream, right?

This was a steamy one, wasn't it? I hope you guys enjoyed it! I did my best to explore into a lot of topics that I considered relevant to Adrian's experience as a young lad hahaha!

This chapters songs: 1. Bloodstream - Ed Sheeran 2.Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd 3. My Medicine - The Pretty Reckless 4. Sedated - Hozier 5. Ways To Get High - Pop Evil 6. Cocaine - Eric Clapton 7. Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys 8. Something For The Pain - Redlight King 9. Drunk - Ed Sheeran 10. Medicine - Daughter (P.S. The "sexy" songs are missing from this chapter cause they went into the song lists of some other chapters. Also, as I said before, not all songs relate to the topics at hand though the ones listed here kind of do ;) )!

Thank you all for reading! Hope you liked the chapter! Review, review, review and let me know what you think that way! Until the next time,

Kisses T!