The number of reviews really has me discouraged... even though the few I am getting make me a very, very happy writer. I'm kinda unsatisfied by the words so far because except for the first word virilocal which is just a useless word in general, all of the words are way too easy! I mean today's word is a word practically MADE for Shinichi. All the others have been relatively easy as well and the scenes practically write themselves. But I digress... PLEASE ENJOY AND REVIEW!

Original Intent: Shinichi mind won't let him ignore the obvious truth, that his boyfriend is Kaitou Kid. The problem? Shinichi is driving himself to the breaking point from denial.

Feeling Intent: This is going to be dark, full of angst, and kinda has an attempted suicide. But this is not an intended tragedy and I promise that I'm intending for it to end on a hopeful, somewhat happy note.

Special Thanx:

LMeg9.20

Fragile Dreams XD

Word of the Day for Wednesday, June 29, 2011

aphorism \AF-uh-riz-uhm\, noun:

A terse saying embodying a general truth, or astute observation.

It's all just a coincidence! It doesn't mean anything! Kaito isn't- Kaito can't be-

Shinichi was sitting on top of his bed, his forehead digging against his knees, which were being hugged in place by the vice-grips he had on both of his own arms. His bedroom was almost pitch black; he'd closed the curtains as soon as he came in; the moon was only a painful reminder of the thief who played and performed under it. As the images of his boyfriend for six months now, as Kuroba Kaito, danced through his mind at the thought, Shinichi let out a noise, the sound somewhere between a sob and a gasp of pain. All of the things Shinichi was trying so hard to not think about fought their way to the surface of his mind, insisting that he notice them.

The first scene, of course, was their first meeting; when both of them were dragged, to a cafe, by Aoko and R-, her.

"Come on, Shinichi! We're going to be late!"

"Oi, oi, oi! Ran, the place is right there! Stop pulling on my arm! Hey, that hurts!" Shinichi yelled irritatedly at the girl, yanking him down the street by his arm.

Ran just looked back and grinned playfully at him. Shinichi couldn't help the smile that automatically spread across his face. She helped him relax in a way that made Conan and the Black Organization seem like a nightmare that took place years ago, not the few weeks it really had been.

They stopped at the cafe's door, gasping for much needed air. Ran laughed at him before the pushed open the door, causing the bells to chime.

"Ran! Over here!" Shinichi looked around, spotting a girl waving wildly at them from one of the cafe's side booths. Sitting next to the girl, who Shinichi noticed could pass for Ran's twin sister, was a boy, who was turned away from them as he gazed out the window.

"Aoko!" Ran called excitedly back, grabbing Shinichi's arm again for dragging purposes.

Ran shooed Shinichi into the booth side facing Aoko and the boy before her.

Fine by me, Ran. I'll just order some coffee and think about that murder case you dragged me away from. Geez, why'd she even bother to bring me anyway if she's just going to spend the entire time talking to this other girl about clothes, make-up, and whatever else girls talk about.

Shinichi sighed, looking out of the window in boredom.

So if the butler was in the kitchen cooking dinner and the housekeeper was cleaning the bathroom, then where was the-

"Shinichi?"

"Wha-" Shinichi turned around at the sound of his name being called. Both of the girls, practically mirror images of each other except for the hair, were looking at him expectantly. "I'm sorry, Ran, I was thinking about the Grey Mansion case. What did you say?" Shinichi said, a sheepish smile forming on his face.

Ran huffed, looking exasperatedly at him.

"See, Aoko, this is what I have to deal with," Her gaze, having gone to Aoko, now looked back at him as she continued pointedly, "Aoko, this is the famous Kudo Shinichi, the biggest Sherlock Holmes freak I've ever known and the detective who doesn't know how to stop thinking about his murder cases. Shinichi, this is Nakamori Aoko, a friend I met while you were gone. I'm pretty sure you work with her dad sometimes at Kaitou Kid heists."

"So sorry I'm such a Sherlock Holmes freak," Shinichi grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he pointedly looked to the side and away from the two girls. His eyes happened to meet another pair of identically sapphire blue eyes. Wait, that not right... These eyes have a slight violet tint to them. Gorgeous...

"Oh, sorry! I forgot to introduce my friend to you. This is my childhood friend, Kuroba Kaito. I should probably warn you though, that Kaito here seems to think he's a magician when really he just likes to pull weird pranks on people. I made him promise he wouldn't do anything to you guys but I though I'd give you head's up just in case," Ran's double explained, rolling her eyes in her seat-mate's direction.

Shinichi just continued to stare at the boy, who compared to when they first sat down was now looking like he'd been told Christmas was coming a few months early this year.

If that other girl is Ran's double then he's mine! Besides for the fact I would never let my hair get that messy, I might almost believe I was standing -well sitting- in front of a mirror right now. Those eyes though... Where have I seen those eyes before?

"Hello, Shin-chan! My name's Kuroba Kaito," The boy sitting across from him said, beaming as he flicked his wrist; suddenly holding out a rose to the detective.

A Red Rose.

So what if Kaito happens to look like me? That doesn't mean- Of course that doesn't mean- Kaito's not Kaito Kid! So the three of us all look really similar, but so what? With all the people living on Earth, of course there's bound to be some who look like me.

Shinichi could feel his body start to tremble slightly. He knew what memory of Kaito would surface next, knew it because it had been waiting ever since the first memory played in Shinichi's mind; ever since she appeared in the previous memory; ever since the day Shinichi's world crashed around him.

"Ran, no, please no, RAN," Shinichi mumbled to himself, leaning his head back against the wall his body was limp against. Shinichi's legs were sticking straight out, while his unmoving arms hung lifelessly at his sides, palms upturned. His eyes staring at the hospital's ceiling, but seeing something else entirely.

Instead of the pearly white ceiling over his head, Shinichi saw crimson, a color he'd seen too many times to count before, but the crimson liquid had belonged to complete strangers or people he'd just met. All of those times, Shinichi never, NEVER, remembered blood ever looking like- like that...

Ran running out into the street to meet him. The truck driver screeching on the brakes. Ran freezing in place as she noticed the truck coming at her. Ran's body making a crunching sound as the truck hit her. Ran's body flying through the air before hitting the ground. Ran's body no longer moving. Ran's lifeless blue eyes staring at him. Ran's blood covering his hands and clothes as he shook her, trying to get the girl in his arms to wake up. She never did.

Shinichi screamed trying to get the images out of his mind, his dull nails leaving bloody scratched on the sides of his face.

Someone had pulled him into a room after the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Shinichi could only remember that the person washed off his blood and changed his clothes as they repeatedly murmured his name in a soothing voice. He was still sitting on the metal examination table as the person reentered the room at the sounds of Shinichi's screams.

"Shinichi, stop it! You're hurting yourself!"

The person grabbed Shinichi's hands, yanking them away from Shinichi's face, before hugging the detective to their chest. Strawberry and chocolate. Kaito?

"Kaito?" Shinichi croaked, his voice hoarse from his screams.

"Yeah, Shinichi, I'm here. Just forget everything for now, Shinichi, and just sleep. I promise I'll still be at your side when you wake up, okay?" The voice sobbed, occasionally cracking.

Shinichi just nodded, the rest of his body relaxing into his new boyfriend's arms.

"Promise you won't leave me, Kaito?" Shinichi heard himself whimper into Kaito's neck, like a small child might seek comfort from their mother. His hands grabbed fistfuls of Kaito's shirt, trying to make sure the boy couldn't leave him.

"I promise, Shinichi," Kaito's voice choked out, clutching Shinichi's shaking frame closer to his own.

Shinichi drifted off with the comfort of Kaito's body holding his. The warmth and scent letting him know that Kaito was still there with him. Shinichi's mind fled to the one escape it knew would block his traumatic memories. He dreamed of a gentleman thief's heist, where the only thing that existed was the euphoria and thrill of the game against an equal mind. Shinichi watched familiar blue, with a slight hint of purple, eyes laugh at him playfully, taunting him further into blissful unconsciousness. The only thing that entered his mind before it moved into peaceful oblivion was a memory.

A memory of Conan's.

A memory of being thrown from somewhere -a balloon maybe?- and of a figure jumping to follow him, reaching out to grab Shinichi's childish form before he opened his white wings.

A figure that smelled of strawberry and chocolate.

Shinichi let out a small keening noise at the memory. He may not of loved Ran in the way he loved Kaito, but Ran had still been the center of his world. When she left, Shinichi knew he was left in pieces and the only one able or willing to put him back together again had been Kaito.

So what if Kaitou Kid has the same eyes? So what if he has the same scent? Indigo isn't exactly a typical eye color, but I'm sure it's not that rare. And who knows how many guys smell like strawberries and chocolate? It's not like I've smelled that many guys before. Kaito's been there for me like nobody else ever has and there's nobody I trust more than him. I've told him everything, things that I never even told Ran. I told him about Conan and he believed me, he believed me because he trusted me too. If Kaito is- Not that he really is, but hypothetically, if Kaito was carrying a secret like that then surely he would've told me? Of course, he would've, but he didn't because he DOESN'T have a secret like that, because he's NOT Kaitou Kid. Dammit, Hakuba! This is all your fault, you bastard!

"So Kudo I was wondering if you would share your thoughts with me?" Hakuba whispered, eyes focused on the two figures across the room, one swinging a mop, the other laughing as they dodged it.

"Hmmm?" Shinichi replied noncommittally, not looking up at Hakuba from his new detective book.

"I mean about Kuroba, of course."

Shinichi looked up at his boyfriend's name, raising one skeptical eyebrow at Hakuba.

"What about Kaito?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Kudo," Hakuba said, slightly exasperated.

Shinichi had to fight back a chuckle at the memory that particular phrasing brought back. Ah, another detective and another time.

He sighed, placing his Sherlock Holmes bookmark into his book before putting it down.

"Hakuba, what in the world are you going on about? I'm honestly not playing dumb so much as I really have no clue what you're trying to get at here."

There was a brief moment of silence as Hakuba stared at him, trying to gauge on how serious his fellow detective was being.

"Surely you jest, Kudo. Are you actually trying to tell me that the possibility hasn't crossed your mind?"

Shinichi was quickly growing from curious to irritated at the half-British detective.

"And what possibility is that?"

"That Kuroba Kaito is Kaitou Kid, of course."

That conversation had taken place two weeks ago. It had also been two weeks since Shinichi could remember getting a descent amount of sleeping hours.

Kaito had been increasingly worried about Shinichi as the week dragged on. His hyperactive boyfriend had noticed the signs that something was wrong, while everybody else hadn't noticed or didn't care.

Kaito wouldn't stop rubbing the darkening bags under Shinichi's every morning, as if hoping that the action would make the offensive things disappear. Kaito also voiced his concern that Shinichi was too unfocused and seemed to have almost no energy anymore. Sometimes he caught Kaito biting his lip worriedly out of the corner of his eye; he knew Kaito was noting how pale Shinichi kept getting. Earlier today the magician asked if Shinichi was eating enough, to which Shinichi just shrugged; he knew he wasn't eating nearly as much as he should've, sometimes going a full day without so much as a piece of toast.

Kaito had stayed over at Shinichi's house more often than usual these last two weeks. When Shinichi asked him the reason -not like he didn't already know exactly why- Kaito responded that he 'just wanted to make sure his Shin-chan was taking care of himself and not getting to caught up in his work'. If ten o'clock came around and Shinichi was still pouring over his case files, Kaito ignored his protests as he took the files and locked them in a small chest he had brought over. When Shinichi got out of bed in the morning, Kaito had already prepared breakfast and Shinichi 's favorite coffee.

This didn't stop Shinichi from closing his eyes and pretending to sleep until he could feel Kaito's eyes stop watching him as he drifted into his own sleep. Kaito's great cooking skills didn't stop Shinichi from waiting until the last possible second in the morning so he could tell Kaito he would grab something at break and if he stopped to eat now that he would be late to school. Of course, he still grabbed his coffee cup and drank the warm, caffeine filled liquid in one gulp. Shinichi needed to make sure that, after being gone from school for so long when he was Conan, his teachers wouldn't catch him sleeping in class.

The only reason Kaito wasn't over at Shinichi's house right now was because Shinichi had yelled at him earlier this morning, his emotions haywire from lack of sleep.

"Shin-chan, I think we should take you to see a doctor today. I'm sure if you explain it to your teachers they'll understand; You look like you're about to pass out!" Kaito said worriedly, gripping Shinichi's hand in his.

"You know I can't afford to skip any more classes, Kaito. I've told you that at least a dozen times this week. Stop worrying so much, okay? I'm just having a little trouble with a particular case. I'll be completely back to normal once I've solved it," Shinichi replied, pursing his lips in displeasure.

"You said that a week ago and all you've done is gotten worse. It never takes you this long to solve a case! Shinichi, I know you're not telling me something. What is it? What secret aren't you telling me?" Kaito exclaimed, distress evident in his tone.

Shinichi shook his hand from Kaito's and glared at him, his rising anger overwhelming the guilt he felt at Kaito's injured expression.

How dare he say that! How dare he!

"You're one to talk about secrets, Kuroba! I'll feel like talking to you about whatever I may be keeping from you, if you want to start talking about yours! How 'bout a certain white-clad thief that you seem so fond of, but you never go to his heists with me?"

Shinichi winced as Kaito's poker face came slamming down over his expression.

"Yeah, I didn't think so," Shinichi said, scowling as the feeling of betrayal made his heart clench painfully. Shinichi turned on his heels and walked away, not even glancing back at his boyfriend.

He promised to never use that damn poker face of his with me! He promised! Unless he was really hiding something from me, what other reason could he possibly have for breaking his word?

It's true he never attends heists with me, even though he claims to be Kid's number one fan. His pranks are also similar to how Kaitou Kid plays with his task force. Assuming his father was the previous Kaitou Kid then the timeline fits perfectly. What if- What if his acceptance of Conan was never about trust? What if the reason he accepted it so easily was because he already knew? Kaitou Kid already figured out my dual identity. No, no, absolutely not! Kaito's just an accepting guy that's all! He's no criminal and I'm sure if I'd given him a chance to talk he would've given me a perfectly reasonable explanation for his heist absences. He's probably just worried about me that's all, so he was so surprised at my outburst that his poker face came down automatically! Yeah that sounds plausible...

Shinichi knew he was doing a horrible thing to his body, but he just couldn't stop stressing over what Hakuba said. All of the possible explanations -and some impossible ones- continued to play through Shinichi's head. And Shinichi also spent more time than he cared to count on how each possibility would affect him. Of course, as Shinichi continued to think about all the incriminating evidence and how it just couldn't be evidence and instead a bunch of coincidences, his mind occasionally drifted to a case he'd solved as Conan. A case where he'd been forced to face the reality of his hero being a murderer.

But this is completely different, right? Right?

Shinichi wanted nothing more than to fall asleep but knew he wouldn't be able. He got up from his bed and walked over to his bathroom mirror. As soon as he rose off his bed, however, he had to put a hand on the wall to steady himself. The room spun, and his eyesight faded until the whole world seemed to be just a fog around him. The moment passed, as Shinichi already knew it would, and Shinichi looked at himself in the mirror, or at least, Shinichi looked at someone who resembled himself. He was as pale as the corpses that seemed to follow him around, and while it wasn't a large amount, he could definitely tell he's lost a little weight. Different parts of his body, and right now it was his left leg and right elbow, complained at Shinichi's treatment of them, choosing to express their displeasure by aching. His head swam, almost at the point where he wouldn't be able to think about things like this anymore; he just wouldn't have the mental capacity.

Things can't go on like this anymore, one way or another, I'm going to end this tomorrow.

Kaito paced anxiously around his room.

Shit! Shit! Shit! I knew this was going to happen sooner or later! I should've told him months ago! And now look at this mess I've created. What if Shin-chan's worsening health is all because of my secret? I knew letting him near Hakuba was a horrible idea; I have no doubt that British bastard said something to Shin-chan about me being Kaitou Kid. Shin-chan started acting strangely right after that. Kaito, you idiot! Ugh, it doesn't matter how it happened, the point of the matter is that it DID and now I need to figure out how I'm going to fix this. How am I going to fix this? Shin-chan's never yelled at me like that before... What if he hates me now? What's his reaction going to be like if I tell him the truth? He wouldn't be angry enough to tell the police would he? Bad Kaito, have a little more trust in your boyfriend. Yeah, like I'm sure he had trust in me before I blew it. Shit I really have screwed this up haven't I? But it should only be a little longer till I find Pandora; before I can finally put away my monocle and top hat away forever. As long as I make sure he doesn't find out about me until then...

Kaito's head jerked up as his phone vibrated on his bed.

Shin-chan? Oh please let it be Shin-chan!

Kaito scrambled for his phone, disappointed when the phone didn't continue to vibrate. Kaito's spirit's lifted though as his phone screen said he had a new text message from Shinichi.

I'm ending this. Meet me on the rooftop tomorrow night at 10.

Kaito gulped, his pulse racing in fear at what Shinichi could mean by 'ending this'.

What's he going to end? This situation? Our silence? Oh please god don't let him mean our relationship. I don't think I could handle that.

Kaito's eyes squeezed shut and his heart clenched at the thought of breaking up with Shinichi.

No doubt Shin-chan's not going to get enough sleep tonight, I need to get some sleep so we're not both going to talk with heads not thinking clearly because of sleep deprivation.

Kaito curled up on his bed and fell asleep, his hand still tightly gripping his cell phone.

"Shin-chan? It's Kaito! I came like you asked, now where are you?" Kaito yelled, going through the hotel's rooftop doorway and walking into the center of an apparently deserted roof.

"I'm glad to see you made it, Kuroba. Speaking of, how did you know you know where I was talking about; I didn't exactly specify what rooftop I was talking about in my message earlier," Kaito heard a voice say from behind him. He spun around just in time to see Shinichi step out from the shadows behind the door, closing said door with his right hand as he walked.

If this was anyone but Shinichi I'd be so freaked out right now. Actually scratch that; I'm STILL very freaked out right now and not just because of his sketchy entrance choice. Oh god, I just wish he'd stop calling me Kuroba already.

"What are you talking about, Shin-chan? I knew you meant this rooftop because this was where we-" Kaito felt his blood run cold as he realized what he was about to say. SHIT!

"Where we what, Kuroba? After all, I've never been here before with Kuroba Kaito. I have though, been here with Kaitou Kid," The detective said, his eyes never leaving Kaito's as he continued to slowly walk towards the boy.

Why? Why are you looking at me like that? Like I'm one of those criminals you put behind bars; like I mean nothing to him... Shinichi... please, just please don't do this... Just a little longer and this will all be over, so please...

Kaito heard himself let out an involuntary whimper as his heart contracted painfully in his chest. Shinichi came to a stop in front of Kaito with only a foot or so of space still separating them.

"I've never been here before, I just knew it had to be this one because you told me about it. You had your first face-to-face battle with Kaitou Kid here, right? You mentioned him yesterday right before storming off so it seemed to fit," Kaito said, more focused on the boy in front of him than their conversation.

Oh god... He looks horrible... So pale... How many hours of sleep did he get last night? Did he even get any? When was the last time he ate? He looks like he's about to fall over... Wait, what's that smell? Don't tell me he...

"Shin-chan, are you drunk?" Kaito asked, jaw dropping in disbelief.

"Oh really? The funny thing about that is I never told you what rooftop the fight happened on," His detective said, ignoring Kaito's question.

"I must have seen it in the newspaper, but you didn't answer me. Are you drunk?"

"I really don't see how it's any of your business, Kuroba."

"I'm your boyfriend!"

"Are you? I didn't think boyfriends were supposed to keep secrets from each other."

"Shin-chan... Don't do this... I'm not..."

Shinichi just laughed. It was a half-crazed, hysterical laugh that made Kaito flinch. Suddenly, Kaito became very worried about Shinichi's mental state; the stress and lack of sleep had obviously taken it's toll on the detective's mind.

"Kuroba, do you know what my favorite aphorism is?" Shinichi said, turning away from Kaito.

What? What is he doing? Shinichi, what the hell are you doing? Kaito could feel his heart-rate skyrocket, panic setting in, as he watched Shinichi cross the roof, stopping just before the edge.

"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth," Shinichi said.

And then Kaito's blood turned to ice as he watched the love of his life jump off the top of a twenty-story building.

Kaito's body was sprinting even before the top of Shinichi's head had fallen out of sight. His mind was blank, still trying to register what he'd just seen Shinichi do. And while Kaito's mind replayed Shinichi's jump for the third time, Kaito was already falling through the air, arms stretching as he attempted to grab onto the body just below his. Finally his fingertips felt polyester and Kaito pulled the boy's body to his own.

Kaitou Kid's wings snapped open above them, the Ekoda High School uniform falling off to reveal a pearly-white tuxedo and dress-pants. As the glider creaked and groaned at the amount of weight, Kaito put his full concentration on finding a nearby area they could land and not on the silent, shaking teenage-boy being clutched to Kaito's body.

Kaito thanked whatever deity watched over him as he landed in a deserted nearby park, having heard no screams of recognition during the short flight.

"You idiot! Why? Why did you do that? Shinichi, you could've died!" Kaito sobbed, his mind finally processing what just happened; what Shinichi had just done. The glider was already put away and Kaito stood there, his head bowed on Shinichi's shoulder as he continued to clutch the others body as closely as he could possibly manage. Both pairs of legs buckled beneath their owners, which caused the two boys to fall to their knees on the grass below them.

Shinichi's trembling hands grabbed the front of Kaito's tuxedo.

"Because I knew! I've been denying it for two weeks now, but I still knew! I knew you were Kaito Kid! I knew you've been lying to me all this time!" The boy shouted, anger and pain lacing every syllable.

"I couldn't tell you... I was so scared, so scared that you would hate me if you knew. I thought I would ruin everything! I was going to tell you, but after what happened to Mouri-san I thought it would be too much for you and then you were finally happy for the first time in months and I couldn't bring myself to destroy that. I'm so sorry, Shinichi. I never, ever meant to hurt you," Kaito whispered back, fear almost choking him at the thought of what almost happened.

"Lotta good that plan did," The detective said dryly, placing his own arms around Kaito and his own head on Kaito's shoulder.

"If you EVER try to pull a stunt like that again, I swear I'll kill you," Kaito growled out.

"I wasn't trying to kill myself, you know."

"Huh?"

"My favorite aphorism, remember? These last two weeks I spent eliminating the impossible; you being Kaitou Kid was the only thing remaining. I knew that if I asked you to come to a rooftop you'd bring your glider just in case. I knew that if I jumped, you would catch me."

"Go to sleep, meitantei-kun. We'll talk more about how idiotic we both are tomorrow, but first the rescued damsel-in-distress needs her beauty sleep. A lot of it too."

"So does that make you the knight in shining armor?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Shin-chan; I'm the selfish villain who's going to lock the damsel up in a tower somewhere. It will be a tower with no windows or roof access and will be meitantei-proofed so not even you can find a way to hurt yourself or escape. Oh, and I'll be the only one who knows how to get in," Kaito said tiredly.

"Sounds kinda nice," Shinichi murmured.

Kaito made a soft hum of agreement.

"Hey, Kaito?"

"Yeah, Shin-chan?"

"Promise you won't leave me?"

"I promise, Shinichi. Promise you won't leave me?"

"I promise, Kaito."

And then Shinichi fell asleep in Kaito's arms.

Pft that was quite the corny ending. Oh well I guess you can say I'm a fan of corny endings though. Anyway this was... well... I don't even know how to describe it. This was yet another one that took on a life of it's own. I wrote everything except the last scene on the day I was supposed to post it but it ending up being so long that I couldn't finish it on time. Yesterday I was having my own sleep problems and wasn't feeling in a writing mood so I finally wrote the last scene today.

Speaking of sleep problems... Shinichi's two weeks of almost no sleep was a personal experience I was unfortunate to go thru around two months ago. I went two weeks with three hours or less of sleep every night. Let me tell you it isn't an experience I wish to ever repeat. And from this experience I can assure you that yes, even Shinichi would start being this emotional and rash because the lack of sleep on that level makes PMS look like child's play. I just threw the whole alcohol thing in to impress on people how easily that kind of condition can make you do things that you would never normally do.

Oh and the whole Ran thing was another surprise I gave myself. It wasn't at all intended until I wrote it. I'm also not a Ran-hater in fact I could say I'm a Ran-supporter as long as her competition isn't Kaito ;)

Anyway I thought I'd go ahead and let you guys know that this is the last one you'll be seeing from me for a while probably as I really need to go finish my Gakuen Alice story The Future Is Always Beginning Now and as I'm very discouraged by the lack of reviews. But I'm very content with the work I've done so far and it's not like I'm never going to come back and start this up again, it's just that for now I'm going to obsess over other anime's until there are more episodes and fics to fuel my Kaishin needs. I'm still hoping people will review and (maybe, possibly, but no promises) give me an incentive to keep writing these for a little longer.

Love you guys and thanks for reading 3