Ding. Ding. Ding

Echoed through the room beside the store-area. The sharp noise traveled from the kitchen, rebounded at the shabby piece hanging on the Dark wooden door, held by a screw. The piece of paper had worn edges but still, Hanna didn't mind. She could see quite clearly 'Hanna's Heaven' scrawled in her messy cursive writings with sea blue colour. The borders were decorated with tiny hand-drawn green four-clove leaves.

The rumbling sound rang in the bathroom where Hanna was staring at the foggy full-length mirror in front of her. Just like every other day her roommate Lysa was preparing breakfast and their oven which was well over its retirement age was still functioning pretty well.

Her wide clear blue eyes along with the slight flush of her cheeks and peach coloured lips were gleaming in the dim light of her bathroom LED. Her brown hair in a tight high bun and her bathrobe that she had hastily slipped on after taking shower was of lilac translucent material. It reached her mid-thigh, where she could peek at the Persian lettering scratch there. She knew perfectly what it was. One of the two birthmarks that every person had. Her's was in the Persian language, everyone had their's in a different language.

The other was on her right shoulder, much harder to hide. Her dismay was prominent whenever she wore spaghetti straps. Lightly tracing it down her shoulder, she knew what it said 'Kyle'. She had never met him. Or even heard of him, for that matter. It gave her a headache whenever she thought too much about the infamous names tattoed on everybody's body. One was of their killer and the other was their soulmate. No way to tell who is who. What a ridiculous game faith plays.

No time to dwell on the devil. She had to be ready on time. Heaving air, she made her way to her blue and white room. She and Lysa had decorated it when they first moved in together, Lysa's was in Blue and Black. One of the hundreds of similarities they shared was their favourite colour- Blue.

"Han, Matt is here!" The shrill voice of Lysa came. Replying she would be there in a minute, Hanna scanned her closet, she wasn't the type to wear whatever first thing she saw, rather contemplating every day's outfit.

She knew it was an ordinary movie date, so nothing too fancy. She pulled out a floral top, Too simple. Then came a red body tight dress. This would do. After struggling for eternity she realized this would not fit her. Dang, these pizzas she almost has every day for dinner. Next was a blue midnight summer dress. Yup- but something is missing.

"Are you dead in there?" Lysa shouted, clearly irritated.

"Pretty sure I am not," she replied dryly.

"Well hurry, I am not going to babysit your boyfriend!" Lysa said angrily, "I have a job to go!"

Without much thought, Hanna buckled a white belt around her waist, paired it with white boots. Sliding out of her room, her eyes settled on a pissed Lysa sitting opposite to Matt, completely ignoring him, while he raised a cup to his mouth. Cinnamon coffee. Hanna knew him pretty well. Well, who would not after spending two years together?

His muscled and sexy back was rippling as he moved his hand. His blonde hair was sticking on the side but that still did not make him less hot. As always.

Creeping up behind him, she put her elbows on his shoulder and kissed his cheek muttering a good evening. Apparently, that was not enough as he tilted his head caught her lips and tasted her. She smiled into the kiss but soon a throat cleared, breaking them apart. Lysa's throat.

"If you want to do tongue tango then, please get moving in the room. Do not and I repeat do not do it here, where I can see you." she glared at both of us.

"I thought you were getting late?" Hanna asked rolling my eyes, used to Lysa's antics she doesn't particularly like Matt. But Hanna could not blame her, after all, they had been best friends since they were fifteen and they had together decoded the name on her thigh about a year ago, which says 'Matt'. And she being the overprotective friend, started hating Matt.

"Yes," Her reply was curt, "But first let me show you where sugar is kept, else I will get a call in the middle of a meeting. Again."

Before Hanna could protest Lysa dragged her in the kitchen and opened the third ceramic kitchen cabinet and pointed towards a purple lid container, but her eyes did not leave hers as she spoke:

"Please Hanna, don't go." Her eyes were concerned, begging even, "I feel it. Something is wrong."

"Lysa," Hanna smiled at her worried roommate, "We have talked about this. Everything is fine."

"But-"

"Okay, I will be home by nine, alright? Just movie, okay?"

"But IT is the plan! You did not change anything."

"You know him, he always wants to party afterwards." Upon seeing Lysa open her mouth, Hanna quickly added, "So we won't. I will come home directly. Don't worry, hon."

Hanna left with Matt shortly, leaving Lysa to ponder whether she letting her friend get into Devil's den or is she becoming like her mother:
Worrisome, scrupulous and cynical.

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