I am too excited. Can't you tell? Any who, this is my first EVER story that I've had success with putting up online. Just the thought of knowing that your work is being viewed by anonymous readers is just a bit exciting for me. I'm a newcomer to all of this, but not to FP at all. So…yeh. I probably should've put this at the top of the default chapter, but I don't quite understand how FP works yet when creating/editing a story. So blah. Hope you enjoyed it anyway.

This story or whatever you wanna call it came by inspiration when I was in a somewhat melancholic plus thoughtful mood. Pensive even? Anyways, I don't intend it to go any farther than what it is at the moment UNLESS you want to me go any farther. But I'm horrible at writing as you can tell and inspiration doesn't strike me very often. It seems like the only times you can write something remotely acceptable is when you're struck with dark moods. Well, that's how it is for me anyway. And this whatever is pretty damn cliché. I usually try to stay away from angsty fics, but you gotta love 'em right?