We both needed someone to talk to. I found his profile on Quick Adds and added him. He instantly added me back. 'There is always a reason for things to happen.' What was the reason for me to add him?

This story is based on a true one sided love story of a girl who newly joined an institution in San Francisco, her own city only. She fell in love with a boy named Kate who used to read in the same institution. There are five chapters in total- Stranger,That Day,Dilemma,Aiden Ivy took it all and Untold.
Hope you guys'll enjoy reading. Specially recommended for the Teenagers who face this kind of problems. But remember these all things are very much normal...each and everyone passes this stage of life.
So with this contrast I narrated a story of a 17years old girl named Hannah.
Thank you ❤️?

This script was conceived and written back in 2011, and is one of my all time favorite scripts that I'm excited to break apart and share with. It was a massive endeavor and would be the equivalent of about an eight hour movie or a three to four part miniseries. Tho I have matured with my work and feel I have stronger stories, this one is a fun and brutal roller coaster. I hope you find it enjoyable and worth your time. This is in script format, so some words like names and actions will be capitalized, this is done on purpose. 

Some aspects may be triggering and some portrayals of religious figures may bother some and I highly respect that and understand and want to express that it's a work of fiction and nothing more. It just happened to work this way to tell this story. 

And now...I bring you to the Rose...a tavern that will house the beginning of this tale...

Fear not the dark... fear what hides within it...

In a dark forest, is a child running through the brush of leaves and low hanging branches. As they run through puddles of water and mud, they keep looking back. They're being chased by something big and fast.
The child stumbles onto a old wooden cabin in the middle of the forest. The abandoned cabin seems like a perfect hiding spot from whatever is chasing after them. 
Quickly the child heads into the cabin after giving the door a good push to open. Afterwards the child closes the door and looks around the room for something to place against the door as a barrier. They notice an old dinning room table by the corner of the room, and decide to use that.
With a couple drags and afterwards two good pushes, the child places the table right against the door.  They soon run off into the kitchen and grab an old rusty knife hanging above the counter.
With the blade in their hands, they guard their eyes at the barricaded door, armed and ready to face the monster lurking outside. 

"What the hell did you do to Frank", an officer screams at the stranger.  The stranger remains silent while his hands are raised in the air. "Can someone please check on Frank for Christ's sake", the officer announces in a panicked voice.
"Check for what! He's clearly not breathing. He's just a corpse or whatever you want to call that thing laying on the ground", another officer yells out as a response.
You can feel the uneasiness in the room as everyone around keeps looking at each other for some sort of answer. Nobody seems to have the nerve or better yet courage to at least deal with the corpse on the floor, because of the fear stirring in their hearts.
Then again, it was really the fear of catching whatever Frank had and meeting their maker too.
Mike soon takes charge of the situation and tells everyone, "lower your guns". 
"What! Are you insane", Tim exclaims to Mike as he tightens his grip on his gun. "Clearly this situation isn't one any person here has ever dealt with, so maybe this whole Mexican standoff isn't making the whole thing any better. Plus do you really want to risk being the next victim of a man with a literal death touch on him", Mike says to Tim. 
Afterwards Mike places his hand on Tim's gun pointed at the stranger.  He lowers the weapon down, looking at Mike and telling him, "easy now". Everyone one else starts to put their guns down and backs off real slow.
"Okay now, let's all take a deep breath and figure this whole mess out one step at a time", Mike tells everyone. 
The stranger clears his throat, and announces to everyone, "yes let's figure this shit out".
He starts to tidy himself up by pulling his shirt from it's bottom so that it sits well on his body.
"I'm not going to waste anyone's time, so let me cut straight to the chase.
You may call me by whatever title you'd feel fits me. Death, Stranger, Devil, Black Abyss, Collector or Harvester.  But really all you should know is, I'm here to search through all the apples in this town's basket and pick out the bad ones from the bunch", the stranger says to crowd of officers.
"Wait. Bad apples, what do you mean", one the officers asks the stranger. The stranger sighs heavily and exclaims, "in your little town here lives the bad hiding amongst the good. The bad hasn't really brought up any good for your little town obviously. So it's my job to take care of the bad".
The stranger looks at the corpse lying on the ground. "Your friend here had a little more to his character, and a very disturbing past.
Your boy here had a record of sexual cannibalism in the previous town he previously lived in
Soon after Frank here slept with a girl he just met, he'd soon after indulge on her very flesh as an after snack. And of course to keep a record of all his meals, he'd get a tattoo referring to his latest meal or victim", the stranger says all of this.
Everyone in the room stands there shocked and completely disgusted. 
"Of course none of you knew about your locals little eating habits, hence your faces", the stranger says. 
"And how do you happen to know such information. How do we know you're not making this shit up, or better yet were likely involved in this sickening act", Tim asks the stranger.
"Let's just say I have a wide knowledge for these sort of things.  Now for the meat of the matter, no pun intended. 
My arrival here has clearly upset the natural order of things around here.  But it's only going to get a whole lot worse, because I'm yet to deal with the other eleven of the twelve bad apples in this town.
They will soon meet judgment for their hidden original sins", the stranger exclaims.
"Sins", Mike exclaims as a question. "Yes Officer James. Your sins have led you to your demise", the stranger replies. "So who are these people", Mike asks the stranger.
The stranger laughs and says to him, "now where's the fun in that. You'll know soon enough after they meet their fates".
"It could be anyone in this room. Possibly everyone in this entire town. But I'm only here for the twelve",  the stranger announces to the room.
"This is bullshit", Tim yells as he pulls out his gun and points it back to the stranger. Before Mike can do anything about it, Tim pulls the trigger.
The sound of the gun echoes in the room, and everyone ducks down.  When the smoke clears, the stranger is still standing without any evidence of a gun shot wound.
He looks Tim straight in the eye and exclaims, "that's definitely going to cost you later on".
In a blink of an eye, the stranger disappears with the wind, leaving everyone there lost and completely perplexed.
Later that night the entire town holds a meeting in the Town hall.
"He was as white as a canvas!? I find that hard to believe"; one of the locals exclaims. "I seen it with my own two eyes. We all seen it", Tim responds.
Another local gets up and says, "you know what this means. We have a devil in our town and we need to cast him out". 
"We don't even know where he is, so how can we cast him out"; Tim exclaims.  Mike rubs his head and breathes out heavily.
His daughter walks up to him, and tugs his hand. "Is the bad guy coming to punish us for our sins. Is he here to take you away from us",  she asks Mike. 
"No my sweetie. Daddy is here to stay", he tells her.  Mike looks at the Pastor and asks him, "you wouldn't happen to have any clue about what exactly this is all about".
"Uhm. This is really beyond my knowledge", the Pastor exclaims. "Well then we're screwed", another local exclaims. "But how can one person know our hidden sins. And do we really have such things in this quiet town", a lady asks the room.
"Frank apparently had a hidden sin. A really disgusting one I might add.  Point being, people are beyond what meets the eye in this town.  We all knew Frank was one for starting up fights but not for cannibalism"; Tim exclaims.
The room falls to whispers, as everyone starts to question the whole situation.
"We could run away for safety. I mean he can't pick us out if we're not here", the town butcher suggests. "But wouldn't that just mean we have something to hide if we're running away", Tim exclaims.
"Tim is right. Running away won't solve anything. This stranger definitely isn't human, so who's to say he wouldn't find us wherever we run off to. 
The best play is to stick together, and protect each other. And the only way that's going to happen is by us being honest with each other and telling everyone of any hidden sins we might have lurking in the dark", Mike tells the entire room.
The room falls silent.
One of the old locals says, "why must we risk our own lives for the guilty. If death is to follow for their sins, let it follow".
Everyone in the room seems to agree with the lady by their loud chattering.
"Everyone is guilty of something. If this man is out here picking out people by their sins, we're all guilty of something. But we should always remember that there's no rating or scale of what makes a sin bigger or worse than another", Mike says to everyone.
"A sin is a sin right Pastor", Mike says while looking at the Pastor.  The Pastor nods yes in response.
"And how exactly are you going to protect us from this stranger. It seems damn well impossible", the butcher exclaims.  You leave that to me and the Sherrif's department to handle that okay",  Mike tells the man.
"You seem to be the most worried one here Ernest. You got something to hide, like charging extra on people's beef", Tim asks the butcher. "You're just speculating things that aren't there. I'm just looking out for my family as a father should"; Ernest says.
"Is that so", a voice from the back exclaims. 
Everyone's attention turns to the voice, and the stranger walks out of the shadows to greet them all.
"And who are you", Ernest asks the stranger in an annoyed voice.  The policemen in the room soon recognise the man, and quickly go to grab their guns.
The stranger chuckles and looks at the butcher saying, "I'm just the young girl whose heart you took a long time ago. Time to return the favour old man".
As soon as he says that, the stranger pulls a heart from behind him. The heart beats in his hand with fresh blood still dripping from it.  Everyone in the room falls silent in shock, but Ernest's eyes grow wide as he grabs his chest where his heart is supposed to be.
That's his heart in the stranger's hand.
Ernest falls to ground, failing to breathe.  His wife quickly rushes over to his side, while Ernest fights for his life.  His two sons stand back, watching their father die in front of their eyes. Everyone else in the room just stands and watches this whole thing happen.
After a few huffs and puffs,  Ernest gives his last breath and slowly rests his head on the ground, and shuts his eyes.
The stranger with the heart still is his hand, drops it to the ground and smiles afterwards.

A quiet peaceful town is soon thrown into disarray at the arrival of a mysterious figure, bringing a promise of 12 people dying at the cost of their sins.

Day 29
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Anonymous POV

11:2am

Stranger: Hey! Tanny! Do you want to tell me something?
Stranger: what is it? Call me if you see it okay?
Stranger: I'll answer right away.

22:03pm

You: hey Alex?

*Alex is calling you. Click here to open.

You: "Hey."
Stranger: "Sup, Sorry about yesterday. I did something. How are you? What do you want to talk about?"
You: "It's okay. I am fine. Nothing really. How are you?"
Stranger: "I am also fine. You sound like you are not happy? Is something wrong?"
You: "No. Not at all."
Stranger: "Come on, I know you. Tell me."
You: "You remember Red right?"
Stranger: "Yes, what about him?"
You: "I blocked him."
Stranger: "WHAT? WHY?"
You: "I… I suddenly realize that we're just strangers. Two perfect strangers."
Stranger: "So? You telling me that you're ending what you have?"
You: "We don't have any."
Stranger: "You don't have yet."
You: "Just please Alex. Enough."
Stranger: "Okay. I love you."
You: "Tsk."
Stranger: "Listen, I love you but, I don't think this is a good idea. I know that you care for him. And don't do stupid things like what I do before."
You: "I have to sleep now. Good night."
Stranger: "Okay, good night."

*You end the call. Click here to call Alex again.

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Both are stranger to each other. One is just a happy-go-lucky that talks to anyone he likes, the other is searching for someone he could share himself with. Will they stay connected despite of their differences or just let go of their chance to get rid of their label as "Two Perfect Strangers"?

Find out whose heart will fall crazy in love first...

Chapter 27 :
The stranger drove the car with a speed he's never reached before. It was almost 6 am, and his eyes were getting droopy.
He checked on the girl occasionally, stopping the car once in a while to rub her hands. Even with the heater on, the girl's hand was still blue, and she was still shivering.
"Mom is probably turning in her grave," whispered the stranger while searching for his extra blanket in his Duffel bag. His boss always told him to pack a bag with extra clothes, a backup phone, and other necessities and keep it in his car in case of an emergency.
 Oh boy, was he happy he listened?
He was always the stubborn type, and would always prefer to do things at his own pace.
'Ahh... there it is' thought the stranger, as he pulled it out of the bag.
It was a blue cotton blanket, nothing special. The stranger carefully placed it on her before tucking it at the sides. He then went back up to the front seat and closed the door and started the car. The stranger noticed that the car was moving slower than usual, but paid little attention to it.
'It's probably because I was speeding earlier,' he thought as he made a left turn. He felt embarrassed about how he behaved when he was told by his boss to check on her, even though she could not see him. He was sure if she heard what happened she would've at least felt a little hurt, and that's why he felt obligated to take her to the hospital.
The stranger had about 30 miles left to cover when his car suddenly stopped. "What the hell," said the stranger as he looked at the fuel gauge, and saw that he was out of gas. Knocking his head at the steering wheel in frustration, the stranger went to look for his phone but stopped when he remembered that it had no battery life.
Stepping out of the car, the stranger walked towards the trunk where his duffle bag was. It took him about four minutes to find his backup phone. The stranger silently prayed, hoping that he remembered to charge the phone before putting it in the bag.
Pressing the power button, the stranger released a sigh as he saw the Apple logo on the screen. 
'Great job man, I'm so proud of you' thought the stranger as he praised himself. 
"I think I should buy the lotto," said the stranger to himself while doing a mental check of his luck so for. He was just about to dial his boss's number when suddenly a Bugatti La Voiture Noire stopped right in front of him. And out came Ethan.
"Hey Boss, nice car and all... I just want to ask one question," said the stranger.
"Sure, go ahead," said Ethan in a cheerful voice.
The stranger arched his brows at Ethan's behavior but still asked his question.
"Where is she going to sit?"
Ethan's cheerful expression quickly turned into a confused expression before turning into a frown," W-Weren't you going to ask about my car?" He asked confusedly while gesturing to his car. 
The stranger released a loud laugh before replying, "That'll have to wait for another time", "where is she going to go Ethan?" asked the stranger while pointing to his car.
Ethan was still feeling disappointed that his best friend was prioritizing someone, a stranger may he add, over his brand new car. So naturally, in a moment's spur, you'll say things you don't mean. And that's exactly what Ethan did.
Shrugging his shoulder's, Ethan looked at his best friend while sneering, 'Oh... she'll be riding in the trunk."
The stranger stared at his best friend in disappointment. He knew that Ethan was feeling hurt by the dismissal of his car, but he shouldn't have said what he said. The girl needs to go to the hospital ASAP.
'You could teach him a lesson by leaving him out here' suggested his subconscious.
Opening the backseat of his car, the stranger carefully took the girl into his arms and turned towards Ethan and asked.
"Where are your keys?" 
"W-What are you up to now?" asked Ethan in a frustrated voice.
Holding out his palm, the stranger asked again for the second time, but in a more polite tone, "May I have your keys, please?".
Ethan rolled his eyes but still gave him the keys. "Are you going to tell me what you're up to now?" Ethan asked when he saw the stranger place the girl in the passenger seat of his car.
The stranger waited until his results satisfied him. He tried his best to make her feel comfortable in her unconscious state. He then walked over towards the driver's seat and pointed to his car while saying, "Watch it, will you." and as soon as he said this, he quickly entered the car and drove off as fast as he could.
Ethan stared blankly at the space where his car once occupied, roughly for a minute or two before he ran after the car shouting,'"Hey that's my car, come back!" 
Two minutes later, and Ethan laid on the ground breathing heavily and coughing once in a while. "I should have fucking saw that coming," he said out loud, as he tried to find an outlet to release his frustration.
" I'll probably have to call a ride," Ethan said to himself while looking at the stranger's car before adding, "And someone to have this tow and refill its tank."
Taking his phone out, Ethan dialed his assistant. And waited as the phone rang. She picked up on the third ring.
"I need you to come and pick me up, I'll send you my location," was the first thing he said when she answered the phone.
"Ethan I-" started his assistant, before Ethan interrupted her once again by saying," And also call someone to come and tow a car that's at my location, and have he/she fill the tank... will you."
"Yes, E- Sir" answered the secretary before she hung up the phone.

Had just recently turned twenty - one, Victoria Jamespell finds herself in a life of misery and deceit. Betrayed by her step-sister and her boyfriend, she tries to move forward with her life only to find out that she now has the responsibility of a new life.

Victoria now has a series of trials to complete so she and her unborn child can be safe from all the hatred enclosing her.

And to help her with that is the president's son... Or so she thinks.

Seokjin raised the cup to his lips as he inhaled the fragrant jasmine fumes. It smelled delicious. Just as he was about to take his first sip, a man seated himself in the place opposite him. The second Kim brother abandoned his surprised frown for glaring at the unwanted visitor over the rim of his cup. "Can I help you?"

"Sorry," the stranger gestured around the teahouse, "this place is quite crowded today."

Seokjin surveyed the rustic teahouse and found it was the exact opposite. While the teahouse did have other patrons, there were still vacant seats. Seokjin raised a brow. He had purposefully chosen the seat farthest from others so that he could drink his tea in peace. He knew from experience that whenever a stranger approached him it was because they wanted something. Whether this latest one was friend or foe Seokjin had yet to determine.

"I see," Seokjin replied doubtfully.

It had been a while since he last visited a teahouse, the only place that helped him unwind. Seokjin tried to recover the peaceful solitude he had by ignoring the stranger but to his dismay, the man spoke again.

"I haven't seen your face around here before. Were you just passing by?"

Seokjin glowered. Dressed in sooty rags from head to toe, the stranger was scruffy. His tousled, black hair was matted against his tanned skin and his eyes were as bright as shiny coal. Seokjin took note of the way the man's lips formed a heart shape when he smiled, revealing his crooked teeth.

"Sort of," Seokjin curtly replied before taking a sip.

The stranger eyed Seokjin expectantly as if waiting for him to elaborate. When Seokjin didn't, he questioned, "So, what brings you here?"

Seokjin sighed.

"I'm sorry for bothering you but you look like you have a story to tell."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, you're sitting alone in a dark corner of the teahouse looking all broody and mysterious. The patrons who do that almost always have something on their mind."

"Even if I did, what makes you think I'd tell you?"

"So you can feel better about yourself?" The stranger shrugged, undeterred by Seokjin's indifference and following scoff. "Oh, c'mon, don't be like that. I'm not here to swindle you."

Seokjin let out a suspecting hum. "Then what do you want from me? You didn't approach me without a reason."

"I just want to talk," the man replied earnestly. "Is it a crime to socialise?"

Seokjin didn't answer.

The stranger laughed as if to dispel the awkwardness. "You're not much of a talker, are you?" He scratched his head. "I know, why don't we make a bet? If I can correctly guess three things about you, then you have to keep me company. Oh, and share the rest of your tea too."

Seokjin was sceptical.

"If I get any wrong, I'll leave you alone. Is that agreeable to you?"

"...All right," Seokjin hesitantly agreed. "I'll humour you just this once, but you must keep your word should any of your inferences be wrong."

The stranger grinned. "Of course." With his coal-black eyes twinkling, he inspected Seokjin with interest. "Judging from how your face has hardly been weathered by the elements, you haven't travelled far."

Seokjin glanced at the stranger as he gestured to his cloak.

"From what I can see, your cloak hasn't been stained by mud or debris. This means you've been travelling by horse." The stranger gestured to the foggy window where they had a view of the outdoors. "There are only two horses outside but only one of them carries luggage." He pointed to the russet mare. "And since most travellers coming into the capital often do not have many possessions, they also cannot afford to replenish at a teahouse, but you can. In short, you have wealth and that horse is yours."

Seokjin's smile was wry. That was a fluke, he thought. Seokjin, believing it was the end, was surprised when the man kept going.

"I have no doubt that you've come from somewhere in the capital," the stranger continued, "and I know you're definitely going far away, judging by the size of your pack." He gestured to Seokjin's hands. "You're also a swordsman. I can tell from the way you hold your cup that you have calluses on your palms." The stranger had a knowing smile as he rested his chin on his palm. "You probably have a weapon on your person right now."

Seokjin's eyes flickered. How did he...?

"Only men who face danger carry weapons with them," the stranger remarked as if reading Seokjin's mind. "If I am correct, you have fought many battles." He narrowed his eyes. "Having said that, the capital is the land of opportunity." The man leaned back. "Most of the time, only merchants leave the capital with heavy luggage. You travel too lightly to be a merchant and you seem to be travelling alone. There are only a few reasons why people leave the capital and when I take this all into account, it seems yours is that you're running away."

Seokjin was tense. He placed his cup down as the stranger continued to grin innocently. How does he know so much? Had he been following me? Who is he? Seokjin reached for the short sword he had tucked behind his cloak. If the stranger was part of an elaborate plan to ensnare him, then he had to be ready.

"I wonder why you're running away," the man playfully mused. "Could it be that someone is after you? Did you steal something precious?"

Seokjin's fingers curled around the hilt of his sword.

"Or is it because of a woman?" The stranger gasped at the realisation. "I bet you're running away because you don't love your wife anymore!" He shook his head and tutted, "That would make you a bad man."

Seokjin eased his grip.

"So, was I right? I was, wasn't I?"

Seokjin regarded the stranger warily. "Those things you mentioned. How did you know?"

"I didn't," the stranger replied simply. "I just guessed." He leaned in as he whispered, "So, you're really running away from your wife?"

"No!" Seokjin blushed when he noticed the other customers staring at him. "That part you got wrong."

"Oh." The man slumped in his seat. Just as he was about to honour their agreement and leave, Seokjin suddenly offered him an empty cup.

"But everything else you said," Seokjin said as he poured tea for the stranger, "they weren't far from the truth..."

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