He Looked Up At Me With Angelic

He Was Hiding From His Problems In A Bottle, Something That Went Against Every Piece Of My Nature. Me? I Couldnʹt Let My Problems Win Without A Fight.

What Hope Is There?" I Asked. "if Even Angels Fall, What Hope Is There For The Rest Of Us?

God,” I Moaned. “do They Use That Stuff As Rocket Fuel?” “no One Made You Keep Drinking It.” “hey, Don’t Get Preachy. Besides, I Had To Be Polite.” “sure,” She Said.

"jerks," I Muttered. Then I Brightened. "oh, Hey. Doughnuts."

Different Time, Different Place,” I Said. “things Can Change. People Can Change.