*Ongoing* "The odds are against us. Life outnumbered us one hundred to one. But maybe in that 99% percent of hopelessness... there's a slight chance that maybe, just maybe, we'll make it out alright." ______________________ A night never forgotten, and could not be. A night where all the rest followed, like a ball rolling off a cliff. Inevitable. Inescapable. Unavoidable. However much she wanted it to be. ______________________ Hope Miller. Perfect family, perfect friends, perfect life. A jar full of perfection... Until it broke. =-= Fair warning: Tears might be a side effect.

*Ongoing* Cold. Heartless. Monster. Who frankly, just doesn't give a shit. Ah, but it's missing something. Misunderstood. Broken. Alone. Roland Drexler, everybody knew him. But did they really..? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ "Isn't it obvious? He's given up on life. He has no one and nothing to live for..." "He's just a scared boy, locked in a closet, waiting for someone to show him the light." She, was his light.