Riddle Me This

IX; Unrequited

WHAT IS LOVE? It's a simple question, with an extraordinarily complex answer. Scientifically speaking, when you fall in love you feel an intense cocktail of chemicals, one such chemical being Dopamine. Dopamine is a neurotransmitter that when triggered, releases an intense rush of pleasure with effects the same as cocaine.

But how long does it take for you to register your feelings as love? Do you just wake up one morning and conclude that the person you've been co-occupying a bed with for two months is your soulmate? Or is it the best friend you've known for years, the one you let indulge in your secrets and share your interests.

Or is it neither? Is it someone you've overlooked? Someone you could never imagine feeling affection towards in that way, a person that never even seemed to qualify as a companion for the simple reason of not being compatible. My dilemma, however, had nothing to do with love.

I was in the middle of task one, and my thoughts were directed solely on Tom. My mind was swirling with thoughts on his strange behavior. Loosing him early on, I gave up on keeping track of his voice, trekking onwards with eagerness.

Presently, the desired action to be taking place is the collection of our most prized truths, or as the small piece of parchment I found twenty feet in put it, our Animate Affections. You could basically feel the anticipation radiating in waves from the student of Hogwarts. Every now and again I hear rustling nearby but choosing to disregard it, I continue onward.

A/N: okay, I attempted first person but I'm more accustomed to third so that's what I'll continue in ok bye

Glancing far ahead, Bella catches a glimpse of a body cast onto the ground. It looks to be a phantom of some kind, not all in the flesh. The sun then seems to dim, in turn leaving her in eerie darkness. "Lumos," she whispers with uncertain confidence. Inching closer, she makes out a man, boy, if you may.

He's facing the ground, concealing his features from her inspection but she searches the rest of his body for details to his reason of being there. Finding no suspicious notions, she readies herself to hurl over his body. As she bends down, she hears a soft, whispy voice utter, "How do you know who you are, until you know what you want?"

Startled, she quickly backs away from the body. She holds her wand at the ready and attempts to answer with a steady voice, "Was that necessary? I'm minding myself and you've interrupted my joyful stroll. What is the meaning of this? Who are you?" Frightening chuckles surround her, the voice answering once again with a hoarse scruff, "Your everlasting misery." This response threatens Bella, causing her to pace in anger, "I'm not sure what your purpose is here, but I refuse to allow you to get to me."

She once again makes a start for the boy, bending down to grab his shoulder the voice speaks again smugly, "You may never be rid of me, for I am your conscience." Flipping the unidentified boy around, her blood runs cold as she stares into the face occupying many of her nightmares.

Her brother, Arsyn.

A sinister shiver creeps up her back while looking within the glazed eyes of her former sibling. His face is the same as the last time she saw it, falsely innocent with hidden portentousness. Raven locks grace his temple with strands straying about, identical to her own. Even now, she could identify the cynical ghost of a smirk lacing his lips, speaking of untold secrets.
She had missed him.

Whilst she gazed at her brother, time unknowingly sped along, leaving her with less of a chance of winning. Although, at this point winning was not her objective. She was absorbing this moment as long as possible, seeing as she hadn't the slightest clue when she would ever see her brothers meticulous face again.