She was generic, he was eccentric. What happens when a fan is gripped by fates hands and forced into the world she has always dreamed of, like all those other cliché stories? What's the plot twist you ask? It's a secret. LXOC (Cover art by Mindashii)

Let me start off by saying that I have worked on my fair share of cases, allowing me to take in the reality and the severity of a human life. I ask L and Roger to not classify this as suicide note. For pity is not the reason I am writing this to leave behind. -A

But there it was again… the same taste from before. As Matt had once called it in his head jokingly, a chocolate kiss. MxM. OneShot.

I'm really not that hard to get along with. Listening to Matt talk, you'd think I was a frigging diva or something.