Character: Juliet

Laughter is born in life.

We killed ourselves in an attempt to survive.

But it is almost impossible to overcome the force of gravity when nobody wants to help you. To lend a hand.

- I parents were manipulated since you were not in the plans was masking a choke hold under sisterly hug, I confided puffing sister. And frankly, I'd rather have instead of a little sister asked for a Guinea pig. Lovely! Have poszuka and put in a box. And then, as it turned out, from little sisters grow large zmeyuki.

So... and this is what doing here?
- You wanted to ask. How can I give the time of the Reaper of death?! Are you even human? When you die and you come to your own death, please don't spivy it, then give tickets.

- Hi all! - I shook hands limply.
- Oh... - was heard from the side. - Who are you?
- Horsemen of Apocalypse - Famine chuckled, seeing the skinny boy with glasses, clutching her folder of documents, - Famine, War, Death and pestilence. It was the Intern.
- Cursac, - neigh War...

- The wine of "Inspiration" - I snorted. - Look, grandma, here is how it inspires, if I half of the glass takes Charon knows where?
- And you have a snack - advised grandmother, snatched from his wreath a couple of grapes.

- Why about all my problems knows the boatman?!
I on the gondola you have to put a sign with "checkered". Maybe then you'll remember that I, do not trust, - retorted the man.

A thousand times good night!

We are on the roof, in the fresh air where the whole world black except for the stars and splinter-moon that someone put somewhere very far away. Sometimes I ponder, and there, in the sky, other planets, and if so, how they behave after what happened here? Maybe we had something to learn from each other.

Dark develops a feeling of freedom connected with amazing vulnerability and vulnerability. And we allow all of it in such an inopportune time. Deceptive, the dark takes us along, cunningly assuring that will certainly keep all of our secrets. We forget about what surrounded us from all sides, the darkness is not a warm homemade blanket promising warmth and protection. And of course, we already know that in moments like that very soon everything will pass and will again be light, and the darkness will come to an end. So, this night we somehow become especially brave and ready to speak words that would never have allowed himself to Express in the daytime.

We become something like the quotes, one simple and one inverted. We cling to each other at the end of this life sentence, similar to the proposal of a lifetime. We are confined in life that are chosen for us.
But there comes a time and it's time to break free.

Love and night of the living instinct blind.

- You spent the night in her bedroom?
- Yes, but Miya didn't come home. I slept alone.
- You stalking her Teddy bear? Not to run away?