My Everything She comes at me wielding a needle. I roll up my sleeves, exposing myself. Vulnerable. I need this drug. I WANT this drug.

In Memoriam She never even bothers to ask why I wear the necklace at all. If she ever did, I'd tell her: "I wear this necklace because it was bought for fifteen dollars at a fandom convention I went to with my girlfriend. Because we spent time talking to the vendor. Because the vendor thought we were sisters. Because once we said we weren't sisters, but girlfriends, the vendor smiled..."