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A darkness different from Ember's, but just as frightening...

A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.

I__ not mean to everybody. I__ only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.

If he just had the decency to die silently yesterday, not squeal like a girl, I__ be free right now. Probably even doing some real job,_ she sneered.

She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.

He watched her curiously from below, feeling as someone might feel watching a butterfly sit nearby, afraid to scare it off with a sound of voice or an abrupt movement.

Shadows ran all around her and someone was talking to her but it was all just white noise. Goodbye solo she would never perform. Goodbye perfect night that never got the chance to end in Garrett__ arms. Garrett, oh god. Goodbye love of her life, she had loved him and with the thought of never seeing him again her body gave up a single tear. It escaped her eye and coursed through the blood and dirt on her cheek making a single clean streak as the blackness took over.

Is there a club for bitchiness management, like Alcoholics Anonymous? Because, seriously, I think you should visit it.

She had every right to be harsh, mean, and independent. Every damn right. And yet he had a feeling that she needed care more than anyone else in the world.

Everything had changed, and maybe she couldn__ keep up with it, but she still was good at making people regret they had ever crossed her way.

The others could believe that she was that way because she lost her parents so early, but Peter knew better. She was strong, confident, and never broken.

He had a semicircle tattoo with an indecent word on the back of his head, suggesting all people around him to leave him alone _ in a much more impolite manner.

Because otherwise you would have to let them in, let them change your life, and it__ scary and unpredictable and unsafe _ at least, that__ what we all think.

And as her voice carried in the darkness, he wasn__ sure where the borders between her story and his dream were. But he saw no more nightmares; he dreamed of a noble Sky Ghost and his little daughter, which he taught everything she needed to become a better warrior than he was.

I must be really ugly or something, because nobody wants me. Not even God wants me. That's why he makes me stand out here in the cold. - excerpt from: freefalling

If you're going to give me something, give me something I'll miss.excerpt from: freefalling

Every thing's for sale out here. Anything you want. About the only thing you can't buy is my dignity and self-respect, cause those were the first to go. And I gave them away for free. - excerpt from: freefalling

Never let the story beat you home.