It's Not My Fault So

There Was No "me" In Alchemy. Well, Phonetically There Was, But That Wasn't The Point.

I Opened My Eyes And Met His Dark, Earnest Gaze. "it's Okay," I Said. "it's Okay Now. I'm Here I'll Always Be Here For You.

That's The Great Thing About Being A Writer. You Dream Up Amazing Questions... And Then Dream Up Even More Amazing Answers.

I Stopped. She Was Bleeding After All. Perfect Lines Crossed Her Wrists, Not Near Any Crucial Veins, But Enough To Leave Wet Red Tracks Across Her Skin. She Hadn;t Hit Her Veins When She Did This; Death Hadn't Been Her Goal.

I Looked Around At Us All: Me In My Nightgown, Kiyo Bare-chested, Dorian In His Extravagant Robes, And Tim In His Native Getup. God, I Muttered, Standing Up, We All Look Like The Village People.