The Kiss Thief

They say you have to earn your first kiss. Mine was stolen by a demon in a mask under the black sky of Chicago. They say the vows we make are sacred. Mine were broken barely an hour after midnight. They say we give our hearts to only one person. Mine shattered in two. Dreams of a happy future with a loved one, who became my best friend in childhood, shattered into a million pieces. And now next to me is the one I see in my nightmares. They say every story should have a happy ending? Not so. One kiss. Two hearts. Three lives. One destiny.