We Laughed Until We Had

Every Valentine's Day, The Student Council Sponsered A Holiday Fundraiser By Selling Roses That Would Be Delievered In Class. The Roses Came In Four Colors:white, Yellow, Red, Pink, And The Subtleties Of Thier Meaning Were Parsed And Analyzed By The Female Population To No End. Mimi Had Always Understood It Thus:white For Love, Yellow For Friendship, Red For Passion, And Pink For A Secret Crush.

I Have Never Given This Ring, My Soul, To Anyone. Azrael Has Never Had Any Part Of This. This Is The Only Part Of Myself That Is Truly Mine, And Now It Is Yours.” —jack Force

Maybe She'd Been Drinking Too Much Of The Super-sweet Mexican Coca-cola They Had Down Here. Or Maybe She Was Just Tired, Alone, And Far From Home. Because Somewhere In The Brittle, Concrete Center Of Azrael's Dark Heart, Something Was Melting.

Black Is The Color Of Night. White Is The True Color Of Death

But There's Always A First Time For Everything