Vapor

Homie: Hold my fry sauce

I'm tired and don't want to come up with normal answers but I also want to win so I'm quoting billboards

we'll see.

Go ask your mother.

Because I said so.

And... no

And super yes.

Secrets. The only things Aryanna could think of were secrets. They haunted her, begging her to set them free. She had given up on shutting them out, the voices took care of that. They screamed at her, whispered right to her very core, trying to get her to break. Even her own mind was trying to get her to talk, to be free of the demons. But she couldn't. Simon had trusted her. He had trusted her wrongly, she was going to collapse. She could feel it. No one would help her, no one would care if she told. Yet at the same time, a quiet voice strengthened her. It kept some of the dark thoughts away. It was weakening, but it thought she could be strong. She couldn't. This one thought was stronger than the rest. It came from inside of her, burrowing little cracks in her resolve. It pushed against her will, weakening her. She was ready to give in. She had to give in, if she were to survive. Her hope was gone. Her resolve was gone. A tear ran down her cheek. I'm sorry, she thought. @I Am A Fish

Because it can be.

Huh. Okay.

Except me.

No it shouldn't.

Well it isn't.

It's my specialty.

Jek followed the others onto the boat.

Vapor pauses. "That would be enlightening." She sighs. "But... If I really had someone or something important in my life, it would have revealed itself to me. Wouldn't it?" She clenches her fist slightly. "No. I don't want it. I will keep this power."

Jek nods.

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"Yeah."

"No, it's fine."