Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?

He pulled the envelope out of his pocket and ripped it open, then took out the slip of paper. The soft lights that ringed the mirror lit up the message in a warm glow. It was two short sentences: " KILL ME. IF YOU'VE EVER BEEN MY FRIEND, KILL ME.

She smiled for the first time, and he almost had to look away, as if something that nice didn’t belong in such a glum and gray place, as if he had no right to look at her expression.

I'm inspired by almost everything I come across in life, and one way or another they find themselves sneaking into my stories.

Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?

He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?' 'Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.