* A Shortlisted story in the Open Novella Contest!* To deal with the recent influx of suicides, Death created a new breed of angels. His Death Dancers are the souls of those who died too soon, and whose life was filled with happiness and kindness. Their job is to search for the souls that are standing on the edge, and ready to jump. They find the people who Death isn't ready to welcome just yet, and talk them down. Ellie is a new Death Dancer. With an inner sense of where she needs to be, she jumps around the city, talking people off ledges, full pill bottles and sharp blades. She gives them hope, friendship, a guardian angel. Until she Dances her way onto a ledge with Death Himself.

Just another fic about Gerard. I don't have a common update schedule so....sorry.