If given a chance to remove a day in the year, what would it be and why would I remove February 14?

　　No specific answer, just pure... disgust.

　　Series of stories about the origin of Valentine's Day circulated around the world and under certain circumstances, it was even associated with the death of people.

　　What's so romantic about dying and the connection in love? I sometimes think people are so bored that they start to figure out every single event relates to something great.

　　Why would people shed light only for that specific day in loving someone or whatever love idiocy they believe? Why can't they just do it in every single day of their lives?

　　It's not like their time is limited or they are dying, anyway.

　　If you think this fuss started on failed relationships or being bitter over a guy or something, screw your assumptions. On why I'm not being a sad and hopeless girl in love, let me count you three reasons:

　　One, I have a handful of boyfriend's-to-be lining up.

　　And don't worry, they don't line up for nothing. They take turns in being my lover but there's no feelings attached. Come on, act smart sometimes. There's a lot of guys out there and sticking to one over a long period of time doesn't make sense to me.

　　Two, I'm too pretty to get dumped.

　　You should have no time in crying over a guy if you want to give justice for the image God has given you. I managed to get into this shithole of Earth without them so what difference would it be if they leave? Men are irrelevant for your existence and one guy barely doesn't mean something big.

　　"Baby, your phone's ringing," a voice whispered in my ear. I slowly turned to the speaker and immediately held back when I noticed our skins were gradually sticking together.

　　I stopped writing and remained silent for a while. The caller's name displayed the most annoying best friend I had. "I'll just answer this."

　　I was about to stand up and find a place he can't hear our conversation when he pulled my hand. "You'll be back. I know this isn't the end for us, right?" It wasn't even a question. He stated it himself like he was so sure of it.

　　I weakly forced my hand to release its grip. He's lucky I hadn't talk up to now.

　　"We've been together for two weeks already, I assume you have adapted to my existence in your life. You should have... love me, by now," he paused and laughed softly as if he could not believe what he was saying.

　　I, too, would not believe him.

　　If something never changes, it is the fact that love is not in my vocabulary and I don't speak of it. On my count, today is our 14th day together and his company so far was strangely calm, I couldn't say anything.

　　As the saying goes on, if it's too good to be true, then it's not. Not to mention, I just heard the forbidden word that made the insides of me recoil.

　　Stupid love.

　　I first had a deep breath before facing him. "Samuel, I had fun and it was nice to have you around. But we're done. Stay away from me," I grabbed my backpack and immediately left the place where typical couples hang around.

　　Somewhere in the city where plaza's were created and trees grew big along with the green grass. Perfect for staying under the shade of the sun and, oh, cuddling.

　　Running would be useful at this moment but I can no longer put my life in danger. I briskly walked away from him when I thought he'd chase me. Instead, I heard him shout in a distance.

　　"For your information, I'm Xavier! And I don't really love you! You're just beautiful, but I can easily replace you, too!" It was all I managed to hear with his voice fading from a distance. I couldn't help but give a sly grin all the way forward.

　　Aw, he was Xavier then. Never thought my list went to boys with 'X' names already. All the while, I thought I was still on boys with 'S' names. My phone beeped and I received a text from her saying she was just around the corner.

　　After minutes of walking, I reached the parking lot and remained standing on the silent area. I didn't feel the need to search for her because I knew she would find me first.

　　"Where's your guy? What letter are you now?" I casually flinched at the voice on my back. I guess greetings are strange for two bitch-friends.

　　"Who would have thought I was in X? Should I apologize for accusing him being an S? What do you think?" she shook her head with disgust and clicked her tongue before turning around. I followed her all the way to the place where our car was parked.

　　"This is unbelievable..." she murmured to herself.

　　And this was the start of an endless nagging and frustation over my abrupt love life.

　　"I even thought he would be your true love! Let me remind you, it is an achievement for you to last 2 weeks in a relationship."

　　I remained silent and rolled my eyes secretly.

　　"Now, look at you, heading back to zero again," I can sense the hope in her reaching pit bottom as she shook her head again in bottomless disappointment.

　　"Back to 'A'," I corrected.

　　She cringed at my response and faced me. "Have you finished your assignment?"

　　Stopping on my tracks, I eyed her confusedly. Not sure what she was talking about. Besides, it was not her business to pry on my studies. How did she even know that?

　　"If given a chance to remove a day in a year, what would it be and why?"

　　"How did you-"

　　"I saw pieces of discarded papers on the bin last night. It was a lot. I got curious and managed to open one without all the shredding and weird shading."

　　Obviously, that was intended to hide the message. I might have unknowingly left papers unshaded. How stupid of me.

　　"February 14," I answered her with a bored tone and got into the car.

　　She immediately got into the driver's seat and stared at me for a second. "Why would you want to make your birthday non-existent?"

　　I eyed her like she knows the answer. "You know I don't mean it like that," I lied.

　　"Yeah, whatever, heartless girl." I timidly smiled at her last response. I took the notebook back from the bag and resumed writing.

　　Three, it was when a girl named Nayeli Amorétte Santiago was born.

　　Ironic how my parents named me after different translations of 'love' and how I'm incapable of doing it.

　　Love requires a heart and I clearly don't qualify for it.

　　People assume there's some heart-wrenching love story I had in the past that made me like this; some typical plot in a movie where girls hold grudges.

　　But the thing is,

　　I can't be heartbroken and I will never be.

　　What's there to break when I have no heart the first place?

　　Who am I to love when a metal is incapable of?

　　I walk around and hear them whisper about me being the "Heartless Heartbreaker", but they didn't know how literal that was.

　　A heartless girl, both, figuratively and literally.

　　'What's up, Eli? How's your heart doing? Just don't forget to breathe and avoid stress at all times to keep your artificial heart at work. Your donor might be on their way, hang on darling.' I repeatedly read the text our family doctor sent me last week.

　　I wish I wasn't born when I could count the days of my life and plan my death.

　　But I know, more than an existence, I wanted to experience a real heartbeat once again.

　　Before my heart was shattered into pieces, before everything has been taken away from me.

　　Because more than a heartbeat, I wanted to break his heart, too.