Short love stories from a lifetime of love. This story was designed to be read from the point of view of your own character/ship. I haven't provided any names, genders, or characteristics. It's made to be read about whoever you desire to read about.

"I love the stars, you know? But I'm so terrified of the night."

"So, look, we've never met, but I can hear you singing in the shower every day, and sometimes I join in and we sing duets. But, you probably think that's a little creepy. Um, can we start again? I'm Drew Morris. I live next door." "I'm Olive Jane, and yes, that's pretty weird, but my question is how does a boy wearing a Van Halen t-shirt know songs from West Side Story and Wicked?"

a girl boards a train at midnight... but, why did the girl board the train? why was the girl by herself? why was it so late? where was she going? so many questions are never asked about a simple task until someone wonders too much. (lowercase intended)

She started out a sweet and innocent little blond. As she got older, her innocence left. It wasn't her fault, she tried to stop it. Her tattoos and piercing symbolize only one thing. Her demons are showing through. Hannah grew up a child full of life and wonder. But she soon drifted away from her old friends. Hannah hung out with nerds originally. But she's with outcasts. Everyone blames her other friends, but she knows what it is. It's her demons crawling out.