She was used to wasn't supposed to be here, oh she knew that much. Wherever she walked no flowers bloomed. She'd become this monster a long time ago, she'd gotten used to it. Another town, another day. This miserable existence could hardly be called life. Yet it was all she had, all she remembered. One thing she knew was she had to keep moving. The streets weren't safe for girls like her, not after dawn. She wasn't sure who she was or where she belonged, she just knew that the light was her enemy, and had been for as long as she remembered. She grabbed her meager bag of belongings, "Travel light and death will never find you." was her motto. So far it had held true. She grabbed a piece of paper and reflected for a moment. She had hoped that this time would be different, but it wasn't, it never was. "You will forget about me, but it's okay. I'm used to it." She scrawled on the paper with tears in her eyes. Then, setting it on the table she slipped into the night racing away from her latest home. Because after all, she was a Nightwalker, and everyone knows a Nightwalker never stays.
a/n hehe yep starting this out with an old one I wrote. A bit on the more serious side
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fluff/drabbles
Randomjust a bunch of really short little fluff/one shot type things. I put the names of my ocs in but feel free to imagine you& your crush, otp, ect. in their places.
