This fanfic is for a ship I would've loved to see for a while back. So therefore, I decided to make it come to life.
Gwen
I sat on my bed with my head in my knees.
The warm tears flowed out of my eyes like juice out of an orange you squashed in your hand out of anger. A hand lifted my head up and I faced dark warm pools of chocolate.
"Don't cry. I might not know why you're crying right now, but I will. I promise you that. And when I do, I won't leave, or run away like everyone else had."
Mike and Mal. An enigma. Mike looked every bit like Mal. Mike was scrawny, yes, but nonetheless still the spitting image of him. Mal. That name had become a part of me ever since that day. Ever since that summer in a Juvenile Detention Center. But Mike wasn't Mal, he never would be.
But that didn't stop me from wishing he was.
Here's the new revised Intro
