#canesbelli

                        your clothes are black, your lips are dry. this battleground is a cemetery filled with empty tombs. you remember how it felt to begin. a whimper. a goodbye. an infinite end. the world forgets. how it felt to begin. a bang. a hello. an unholy end. a bitter joke. five lives. two BOYS turned SOLDIERS. two girls from SILK to STEEL. one of them along FOR THE RIDE. they walked into a war. none of them entirely came out alive. you loved them. You let them go.

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             It wasn't often that Marlene skipped     out on a night on the town,    but for once     she was  t i r e d  and chose to spend her      night on the couch,    rather than at some      new hotspot that Mary had found.             She thought she'd be a decent friend      &&   since she heard the girl stumble in at      the wee hours of the morning,     probably      wasted beyond belief,        Marlene took it      upon   herself   to   cook   up   the  sort  of     breakfast that could cure a hangover in an     instant.            Waltzing around the kitchen in nothing     but an oversized shirt   &&   a pair of boy-     shorts     ( probably not the most practical      chef's attire, but when was she ever really     that practical ),  she was shocked beyond      belief when,     instead of her friend being      the one to slip out of her bedroom, it was     a stranger             a  M A N  stranger.                    "Good morning        ??"