"So?"

"So...what's your story?"

She wants to know it all, the sadness, the anger, and everything in between and finally I have someone to tell that understands each and every word.

(that is dripping in betrayal and metal)

After telling each attempt on my life, the kind that won't end for the rest of my days (until they finally do their job), it's her turn to tell tales filled with flesh and blood demons rather then my metal ones.

And we're both here despite the universe wanting to end both of our lives before we even had a chance to live our messed up lives.

"Is that enough tragedy for you, or do you still want more?"

"Trust me, Connor, I've got buckets of those kinds of stories it's just the good ones I'm a little short on."

"Same here."

Unlike most teens our age, the millions that we will never be like even if we tried (our screwed up lives were planned right from the start), instead of getting shocked by death it's just another thing that we've become used to.

(I've got one thing on her, my body count is larger and just keeps on growing)

"Do you regret any of it?"

That's the big question that is stuck in both of our heads, heads filled with horrible things that would mess anyone up (children shoved into hell on earth) but she's not just anyone and neither am I, and the answer is clear as day, no, not a single bit.

(I wouldn't lie about this, because it's all I have)

"Our lives may be filled with nothing but death, demons, and growing up too damn fast but at least we get to save lives. So, no, Dawn, I don't regret everything that has happened so far and I won't regret a damn thing when my future finally comes into play."

As we sat, crossed legs and hands together (not wanting to move from this spot), as we relived tears for the dead and every day filled with everything but normal, it was clear that these worlds of ours are all we have and what we were made for.

(just watch and see, what me become what they want and more)

"You said it all, John, you took the words right out of my mouth. But hey, why don't we just stay here for a while longer before we have to go and face the music, okay?"

We didn't have to let go, knowing this was most likely the last chance we had of seeing one another (no teen romance on the horizon for us) before we were pushed head first back into reality.

(each world so different but somehow so alike)

"You read my mind, Summers."