Toast-Writer

"Could we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?" "I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now." Celtra was surprised how easy it was to find Ira on the Internet. A quick search of "suicide" at the public library and she delved into the dark world of suicide pact message boards. People of all ages, but mostly teenagers, would sign up for these and agree to meet so they could die together, finding solace from complete strangers because they were the only people in their lives that understood their pain. But their pain normally couldn't kill them. No. A common thread in most of them was a w

"I pirouette in the dark." "I see the stars through me" They didn't look too out of place, three girls of varying ethnic identities, age and body type huddled around the table in the farthest corner of the restaurant. They could've been friends from the same high school, maybe not in the same classes though. Then again, only two wore school uniforms, the other wore random street clothes. Aside from them, the restaurant was empty at this time of day. Personally, the waitress was happy to see that the group was diverse, some of the teenage groups that came in here were bigoted little bastards. The plump red haired girl was possibly the young