Fat: /fat/ Adjective 1. (of a person or animal) having a large amount of excess flesh. Hi. My name is Maggie, and I’m a fat person. No, I’m not a self-loathing, angry woman who thinks all skinny girls are the devil spawn of satan, thank you very much. What I am, is a cubicle dwelling, shy girl with a healthy love for all things chocolate and deep fried. Yeah, I know I should put down the brownie and pick up a celery stalk but where is the fun in that? My best friend Polly assures me that the club we’re going to tonight is going to be loads of fun, but I’m not sure. Until I meet him. Aq·ua·phob·ic /aekwe fo bic/ Adjective 1. abnormally afraid of water Yes, Yes. Laugh it up. A 30 year old sexually Dominant male, who owns his own club, is scared of water. If you’d been through what I had as a child you’d be fucking terrified of it too. I’ve always looked for Mrs. Right now, preferring to fling myself from a moving airplane into the Atlantic than to think about settling down. Until she comes walking into Newcomers night at my club. Chem·is·try /keməstrē/ Noun 1. the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people. This is Jackson’s world, not mine, but he’s slowly dragging me under, introducing me to things I don’t fully understand, but want to learn. There is something between us. We can’t fight it and we’re both sinking. \\Warning: This is NOT an HEA, You have been warned\\

Grief: /greef/ noun 1\. Keen mental suffering or distress over affliction or loss; sharp sorrow; painful regret. It’s been five years. Five years of pain, sorrow, and grief. Five years of having to hold on to my insides so they didn’t come spewing out for the world to see. Five years of walking around like a ghost. But everything is about to change. With just one phone call, my world will be flipped upside down, and like it or not, everything is about to change. Am-ne-sia /am nee zhuh/ noun 1\. Loss of a large block of interrelated memories;complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain injury, shock, etc. My name is John Doe. I woke up five years ago with no recollection of who I was. Everything in my world was blank except for sporadic visions of an angel in human’s clothing. The urgings of those around me to start a new life is strong, but I can’t fight the feelings inside of me demanding I find out who this beautiful creature is. I’m coming for you, my beautiful angel. Wait for me. Chem·is·try /keməstrē/ noun 1\. the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people. This is my world, not Jackson’s, but I’m slowly making him remember and introducing him to things he doesn’t understand. There is still something between us. We can’t fight it, and we’re sinking again.