This Is the Best Day EverThis Is the Best Day Ever3 years ago in Romance
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We weren't strangers, but we weren't friends either. We just knew each other,
or knew of each other. We knew where each other lived. We knew each other's
It was pure coincidence that we got the same hospital room, especially in a
large city such as Detroit.
The most strange coincidence was that we both knew that we were going to die.
You had lung cancer, I had brain cancer.
We were very much alike, you and I, from the kind of music we enjoyed, to
simple habits. Neither of us had family.
The doctors were fascinated with us. When we scooched our beds closer together
just so we could hold hands, or pulses each got stronger...
When we both needed our treatments and wouldn't see each other for days, we
One night, you caught me staring outside.
"What are you doing?" You asked curiously.
I turned to you and smiled, "I'm looking for the stars."
You frowned. "But... it's the city. The lights are too bright to see them."
Aim for the FaceAim for the Face3 years ago in Romance
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The Fabulous Killjoys. Everyone knows about them. They came close to killing a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W,
and that NEVER happens. Most Killjoys run, the smart ones do, so maybe Party Poison's an idiot.
Or he's very smart.
I was there that day, when they came for the child. They all got out alive, in reality. What was
released was a lie, so that the public could feel safe. No, the killjoys didn't die.
But the pills said they did.
See, in the world of BL/industries, the bosses don't care if the field agents (Draculoids, or Dracs in
killjoy speak) live or die. They just want the job done. So if you're a drac and you manage to
survive a fight and come back, they just send you out with another mission.
I'm a different kind of drac. I always get sent on the same mission. Here's why: I am the only drac
that can effectively hit a bull's-eye every time. I was the only drac that got trained to do so.
Surprised? Don't be. Dracs are expendable. They. Don't. Care. If. We. Die. Our reason for living is