I have permanently broken the hearts of many boys, but this one I thought I should remember. He was so sweet, they all were really, that I want to pay a tribute to him by writing. I met him on my ninety-eighth first day of high school. I could tell he was staring at me, and that was enough. I winked at him and he blushed. During lunch, he was sitting alone and I came up to him, smiling my most flirtatious smile. "H-hi" he managed to whisper. "Hello there," I replied smoothly, sitting down next to him. "What's your name?" "Aaron. Aaron Jakobson." "Well hello, Aaron."

We talked all through lunch. After school, I saw him hanging out on the football field, and I sashayed over to him. We talked and giggled, and when the sun was just beginning to set, that's when it always happened, he leaned in to kiss me. Our noses were almost touching when I pulled away, laughing. He looked confused, and I put one of my fingers over his lips. I continued laughing, then did what I always had to do eventually. I used my magic, darker magic than is known to mankind, and opened a hole in his chest. His screams echoed through the deserted school. They were a bit annoying, so I silenced them with a wave of my hand. I reached into his chest and carefully extracted his heart. I then released him and he lay on the ground. I left, tossing his still-beating heart in my hands, as he lay screaming on the field.

When I got to the dungeon that is my home, I places his heart in a jar of angel tears, so that it would beat forever, leaving Aaron to an eternal life of pain and agony. And that is what a normal day is like for me...