Sometimes, Kismet Happens.

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

Of Course, Die For The Monster Spawn. It Was So Bella.

You Don’t Have Anything Like This. For Crying Out Loud, You Only Own One Skirt!

However, I Can Read Hers- She'll Be Waiting To Ambush You In Class.

And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb.