Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.
I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.
Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.
Maybe weakness is a strength of a kind.
A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.
And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.