(Sorry I was gone for so long my lovelies, but here's a story of love at first sight. Please, I hope you all enjoy darlings)

In this world, you can only have one true love, and that one true love is sown into your soul, your bound together, your souls forever chasing one another, until they find each other. Every life they live, no mater any changes, they are bound from life to life. Some never find each other in one life, but they do in another. But their are some, that can never be with out another, always aching for them— you know when you find them, at first sight, that is " love at first sight," your partners marking will show somewhere around your heart.

Opening my eyes, I stare at the empty whit ceiling," it was that dream again," I whisper through my chapped lips. My body. Cold and bare— rubbed against the sheets that which draped over me. I felt dead inside— but that's not much of a surprise anymore. Pushing my aching limps up from the mattress, I sit myself up, the sheets that once draped over me—  slid down my bare back. A woman with long, curly blonde locks laid face down into my pillow. She was dead.

"Ah," I sighed, her blood had stained my favourite sheets. "I did it again," I mutter under my breath as I push her limp body of my bed with my bare foot. My muscles tightened while I stood to my feet— walking to the washroom. Looking into the mirror, I could see now, what a mess I was. Messy, knotted hair, cold, broke, dead eyes, my pale, white skin stained with worthless blood. I haven't felt happy in a long time, I haven't felt like myself in a long time. Do I even deserve to be happy?

I sighed, slashing my face with cold water. "I need a coffee," I said tiredly as I reached for my phone. Taking a deep breath, I dial.

"Hello?"

"Hey! It's me! Sorry, but it happened again, ahaha—" I speak, fake joy rolled off my lips with ease. I'm an actor after all, might as well play my role.

"Again? Look— I... I can't keep doing this for you. Stop looking for trouble, I can't keep covering for you, bro,"

"I know, I know I'm sorry. I'll find a woman that makes me happy, so our old man can get off my back," I chuckled. The lie was growing thicker.

"Ok fine, but this is the last time!"

"Thanks, love you," I cooed with fake love oozing from my teeth. I hung up. Back to my cold, lifeless self. Putting on jeans, red t–shirt, and a white flannel, I grand my keys, and wallet. As soon as I was a about to leave, I spotted my sunglasses.
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Even with the warn sun above in the my body still felt frozen, the glare from the sun was stopped from my glasses. Stepping into the coffee shop, I slung down in a corner. It was a place that I've been visiting for 12 years now,nothing has changed, it's one of the last places that can bring me some joy. To the people, to the food, nothing truly special happens her, that's how I like it.

Out of the corner of my eye, a kid is looking at me. His short, chocolate brown, curly wraps are face nicely, his big puppy dog eyes, full of curiosity— his little button nose—  he's trying so hard to not make it obvious that he's been staring for awhile now.

"Hey Bill," an old tone of voice, snapped me out of my staring war with the kid.

Looking up, I'm greeted with the manager, an old friend of mine since middle school. "What up, Mel. You got my coffee?" I ask. She's the only one that knows how empty I feel now. She nodded, handing me the cup. Taking a sip—" ok, it tastes different. So that means your trying to kill me again," I say, placing the cup down on the table.

She chuckled." It's good isn't? I'm not the one that made it through— that honour belongs to him," she pointed back at the kid, I was having a staring war with. "He was really excited, once I told him that the great actor, Bill Chiper was a regular, and an old friend of mine. Ahaha— he nearly fainted. It was adorable," she chuckled.

She was right, it was good, and he was cute. "How long has he been working here?" I ask, looking back at the kid, he's face was red, he knows I know he was staring— how cute.

She thought for a moment, taking a seat in front of me," about a month, he comes in after school most of the time, so you never see him," she answered. Looking back n' forth between my and the kid and smirks, "your staring," she teased.

I look back her, " he was staring first,"

She chuckles," I'm excusing him, because he's still a kid, and can't help but stare at his favourite actor,"

"I'm his favourite?" I ask.

"Yep. Him and his twin sister love you," she smiled sweetly.

This made me feel something, but I can't place it...

"Hey Bill?" She asked, her voice cold with concern. " don't drag that kid into anything, ok? He's a good kid— don't hurt him," her eyes filled with fear because she too, knows that I kill most of the woman I sleep with.

"Now why would I sleep with a miner?" I smirk.

She sighed," I'm just trying to look aft him. I ion his sister on a personal level, and well..." She trails off.

"Well what?"

She breaths in deeply," well, he's kind of like you,"

Now she has my attention. Turning my body, I look her in the eye, showing her, she has my full attention. "In what way?"

"He wares a mask," she sighs, "when he was 12, he started to get sexually harassed by both man and woman, and when he was 14, he was raped by a teacher. That's when he started to be a select mute, and started cutting, and distancing himself from others, getting into fights, but he was still physically, mentally, emotionally abuse. He's finally starting to open up again, once I asked him to work here, but still frightened. He's 17 now, but he's still afraid, and I don't blame him," she spilled the truth. Her voice trembled. "I think he looks up to you," she smiled sadly.

"Why Bose he look up to me—"

"Mel! You're shifts over," the boy came running over, but stopped after seeing me, he face reddened.

"Thank you Dipper, I almost forgot," she chuckled. "Its time for your break right?" She asked. He nodded," good, so now you can keep Mr. Chiper Company for me," she joked, pushing him down into the chair, running off before he could process his situation.

"Your cuter up close," I mutter. His body stiffens. Shit. He heard me. I need to change the subject. " so, 'Dipper' that's a strange name?" I smirked," your parents hate you or something?" I joke, this smile, it feels real?

"Well, my dad might," he mumbles softly.

"Hmm? What was that?" I ask, leaning forward onto the table.

"Um. Nothing. It's just a nickname," he stutters out," my real name is Mason," he says quietly. He makes my chest hurt— in a good way.

"Mason," I whisper, it felt good rolling of my tongue, crawling passed my lips with ease.

His ears turn red as he reaches for a note pad and pen," do, do you think, I could get an autograph for my sister?" He asks, his hands trembled.

"Sure," I smile," what's her name?" I ask, carefully pulling both pen and pad, out of his smooth hands.

"Mabel," he answers.

I nod, writing a quick little message down, I don't mind, but the only thing I want written down, was his phone number. "Here you go," I smile, returning it back to him. As he was about to pull away his hand, I snatched his wrist, his body froze. Looking him in the eyes, his big, adorable eyes, I smile— it felt warm. "When do you get of work?" I asked, tilting my head.

"N... now," his voice quivers, to my touch, it's a new feeling, usually that makes me happy, but now.... Just hearing his voice, it makes me...

"Great, I'll wait outside for you," I wink, walking outside, coffee in hand.
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It took a few minutes, but it was worth it. He was wearing a dark blue sweeter, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His light grey skinny jeans, and brown belt had a chain connecting them. A little keychain of a pine tree hung from it— along with his hat. How can I get this cutie into my bed?

Walking through the streets with him under my arm felt right, it felt normal. He's voice stopped shaking, he was even cuter when he was happy, when he was open, when he smiles.

He told me so many thing about himself, like how he want to be a writer, and hoe he got his nickname from his birthmark. The smallest of things he did, made me happy, and I just want the same. I want to know more, I need to now more, I need to feel him, his everything— I want it.

"Hey, pine tree, " I ask, looking down at him. His eyes sparkling in the dim light of the sun setting. "Want to head back to my place?" His eyes widened with excitement.

Nodding, he smiles," I'd love to,"
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Dipper, sitting on my couch, fiddled with toes as he sat crisscross while I got him some tea. He was still such a child, I loved it. The lights turned off as he patiently waited for the movie.

Walking over, his ears perk up lick a puppy. "Here you go," I say handing him a mug.

Taking a sip, he smiles," thank you, green tea is my favourite," he thanked.

Leaning back into the couch, my shirt rubbed up against my skin, it's uncomfortable." Hey, kid. Do you mind if I take this off?" I ask, pulling at my shirt.

His face was pink," no, no. Not at all," he stutters, turning away as I pull the shirt over my head. Tossing it to the hamper, I slouch back against the couch, gazing down at him, his eyes captivated by the movie, or well, one of my firsts.

Smirking, I slid my arm around his shoulders, he flinches to my touch at first, then immediately melts into it, leaning against my shoulder. I chuckled," are you trying to seduce me?" I let those words slip unconsciously past my lips.

Dipper flinched, looking up at me with big eyes— they were in fear, and on the verge of tears. His face body quivered under my arm, his face red with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, that was not appropriate for me,"  I apologized, moving my arm off him, but I was stopped by his fingers intertwining with my own, pulling it back down on his shoulder.

"Maybe I was?" He whispered. His quite and shaky voice hummed in my head. Immediately I pulled him into my lap, burying my face into his shoulder. He gasped in sudden change of seating, he froze. "What— what are you doing?" He asked surprise.

"Shhhh," I hushed. Nuzzling my face against his body, "I'm not going to do anything," I hushed as his body melts into my touch. "I'm sorry I scared you," I gently kiss his neck, his breathing eased.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression," he whispered so softly that I could barely hear.

I hummed gently against his skin," I think I feel I love at first sight," I smiled against his skin.

"Same," he whispered," I think I did too," he gently whispered as his head turned to face me. Moving, my lips soon touched his, even though it was short and quick, it felt like I've tasted heaven, as soon as our lips pulled apart I felt my chest throb, my heart fasten.

Soon, a blue flame lit from both his and my chest, it burned for a second, maybe two, but it was gone as fast as it came. Looking down at my chest, I saw a—

"A pine tree?"