When I was young, people always told me I would be a heartbreaker. I don’t think this is what they meant.

I walked through the dark and quiet forest, looking for that special someone. I walked quietly, my hands clasped casually behind my back. This part of my life once bothered me, but it was now becoming a routine that I didn't even mind. I strolled through, looking for the sound of any human life. Suddenly, I heard the sound of human breathe, and I quietly rushed in that direction, the moon by my side. The sounds became closer, and I crouched in nearby bushes as a girl came into my line of view. She was alone, and rapidly texting on her phone (which she was simultaneously using as a flashlight). I watched as she frantically looked around, lost.

I made my move.

I emerged from the bushes.

"Hello, miss. Are you lost?"

The girl looked like she could have shed tears of relief.

"Y-yes, yes I am. I'm sorry, I was just-just with some friends but we got separated and I am just like, so scared of the dark and I have no idea where I'm going or how to get out of here."

Too easy.

"No worries at all. Happens all the time. I often take evening walks through these woods, I find it calming, and there are more nights than not where I have to help a lost soul like yourself."

She smiled.

"I cannot even tell you how happy I am to see you."

And those were the last words the lost girl ever muttered.

When I was young, people always told me I would be a heartbreaker. I don’t think this is what they meant. I know I'm rather handsome, but I don't break hearts in that way.

Hearts. I like to savour them most.

And lost girl's was delicious.