Ask me if I prefer the event of a falling sky or a breaking Moon.
The Moon's light will shine no more if it broke.
But the sky would not be as blue and joyous if it fell.
I prefer the skyfall.
I will be forever blue with it.
[FRENEMIES TO LOVERS]
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Number Eight packed her bags as quickly as she could. She wasn't taking much. She didn't want her uniforms. That would've made things even more suspicious. She'd set a timer. If she didn't leave soon, who knows what Reginald would do, besides kick her out himself. She had fifteen minutes left. So, she grabbed her favorite kind of paper, and a white envelope and started writing a letter. An explanation and the truth, about everything. She quickly closed the envelope, grabbed piece of tape, and taped it to the inside of the drawer with no bottom. She sighed. How time would pass on. Would they find it? Probably not. But she wanted them to. That's all she wanted. She made her bed. She adjusted everything in the room, and made it was perfect. Well, not perfect. Vacant. She decided to make the envelope easier to find, so she snuck into Reginald's office, and grabbed a black piece of paper and wrote,
