???: Good evening everyone!

???: It's finally October! Yey! (^o^)/

???: Yes, yes! October is the month where the creatures of the night rises from their sleep to savor the healthy flesh of the living! Be warned! You'll never know when a handsome creature *ahem* of the night might appear behind you, grabbing you and feeding from the nape of your neck all of a sudden.

???: Don't scare them! *hits*

???: Ouch! That hurt! Why you-?!

Louise: Never mind him, never mind him. Oh! Let me introduce ourselves! Manners, manners! I'm Louise, the pretty young lady at the right. Yep, the one with the lighter complexion. I like crowns, ribbons and Gackt-sama! I love EGL fashion too. I don't drink or eat (because I'm already dead and I don't have any organs left), but I love the aroma of rose tea. And that guy over there is not important. You don't need to know him. Nice too meet you everyone!

Louie: Oi! Oi! That's not very nice! Hmph! *ahem* Hello everyone, my name is Louie, the one on the left! *takes out a rose* As you can already see, I'm a handsome, elegant and irresistible young lord. *toothpaste commercial smile* Like her, my favorite colors are also black and white. I love Medieval Goth type of fashion. I once had a huge crush on Mana-sama. But then my world broke when I found out that in reality, she's a actually a "HE." But once in a while, while alone in my room, I still secretly stare at his pictures from the Gothic & Lolita Bible collection I had. *blushes* And while at it, I'm also silently wishing he was a girl instead. Oh, the painful love life of my youth! T_T

Louise: ... (WTH?! He keeps an image collection of Mana-sama in a hidden stash somewhere and he blushed too! What a pervert. And besides, what "painful love life of my youth" this guy's talking about? He was already dead even before Mana-sama became popular! Speaking of which, I wonder if I could keep an image collection of Gackt-sama too... *drools*)

Louie: No you can't!

Louise: Wha-?! You aren't suppose to be able to read those written within paretheses!

Louie: Too bad I could, heh. But enough about that. *ahem* Anyway, we, are the Darenthorne Twins, also known as the "L+L" pair. And no, we're not a doubles pair in tennis nor we are a part of a pop duo or something (but I'm quite popular, if I may say so myself).

Louise: We are here today on behalf of our dearest mother who is currently sleeping soundly in her coffin.

Louie: Of course! She should be tired. She walked all the way from the Mantrade bus stop to the jeepney terminal in broad daylight and at noon too, where the sun is the brightest. That aside, she must also be tired from doing all those stunts just for a failed attempt of creating a "Tragic Love Song" whatchamacallit too.

Louise: It's called "art," you barbaric fool with not a bit of class! And it was not a failed attempt. I enjoyed the photo shoot very much. Even though the camera is a bit too pathetic, I got the chance to wear the Gothic Lolita crown mother gave me.

Louie: Hmph! You're just happy because you got a crown from mother. she didn't even have a top hat for me. I demand that she also buys me one!

Louise: Stop being so childish. Grow up. We've been living for hundred of years and the longer we lived, the more immature you get. And besides, she's broke.

Louie: It's because she keeps on buying those clothes!

Louise: (-_-)||

Louie: ...

Louise: Anyway let's stop this because the readers are already getting bored with all your immature whining.

Louie: Wait! I have bright idea! What if we convinced mother to either make us a separate blog or something.

Louise: wow! That's a pretty good idea, coming from you. I'm glad you still have something there in your skull even though your brain decayed centuries ago.

Louie: How rude. But then, I'm not sure if we could pull through with a separate blog...

Louise: How about we request mother to lend us her stage for a while until the Halloween is over? We'll be going back to sleep again, after, too.

Louie: Hmm... Well, we'll leave the decision making to mother. We just butted in here to introduce ourselves to everyone, after all.

Louise: That's true. Now we should leave before mother wakes up.

Louie: Right! Well, that's about it! Good night everyone!

You know what, you're such a selfish bastard. Why do you always have to make youself the victim in every situation? No matter how small it is and no matter how light the situation is, it's always you who is the forsaken one, it's always you who was being bullied. Because of this, there are times that I really regret the fact that I even took your side.

I don't know why I'm even writing this, and seriously writing about it too. It's probably because I couldn't bear keeping it anymore. It's become too painful to bear and I need to throw it out somewhere. This might be the first and last time I'm going to say anything about all this. Just for the sake of a peace of mind. Or maybe, deep down I wanted you to read this.

You probably do not know this, and I really doubt that you'd found out unless I tell you but, that time, I didn't cry because I don't want you anymore. I did because I know that when I do, you would stay. And it's not because you wanted to, rather, it's because you would pity me. You've always been that sort of person who would rather sacrifice his own happiness for another. I know, because I've seen you do that so many times that it makes me want to run you over with a car to wake you up to reality. But because I know how you feel, I couldn't really do anything but watch you from the sidelines and pity myself too, for being helpless. But at the same time, I'm irritated by the fact that there are always tons of ways to overcome something, but, despite all of it, you always choose to see yourself as the victim, in the end.

Do you remember that time when you told me that I seem to understand you and how you feel even though you don't try to say anything or even explain something to me? It's not because I'm a very mature and understanding person. It's probably because we are the same. I found myself accepting you whole heartedly because I also feel the same. We were like two fallen angels, kicked out or heaven, stripped out of our wings and licking each other's wound. And to be frank, you can't even call that pathetic bond, "friendship."

That fateful day when I jumped in front of you while the bullet is traveling lightning fast straight to your heart and died, I wanted to make it clear that didn't jumped in out of impulse. I did it because I wanted to save you. Even though the time it took for me to decide seemed faster than a millisecond, to be honest, it took me more or less two weeks worth of time to sort things out and think of the situation that if there would come a time that a bullet would be shot at you, would I jump in to save you from the pain of dying or would I just watch you be shot in front of me while I would pretend to be sad and shed fake tears to comfort you and ease your pain while you bleed. And as you could see, I arrived at that conclusion that I would save you no matter what. I simply did something that I have decided on doing long before the situation actually happened, so I was quick to react.

I tried my best to save you that time thinking that after I died, you could have the remaining half of my wings. You could use that wing to replace one of your torn ones so you could have two again and you would finally be able to fly freely back to heaven. Please don't make me regret giving up my life for the sake of your freedom. And please don't let me hear you saying something like "you never really wanted that freedom nor my left wing" because I gave up a lot just to give you that.

I do want you to be happy, but there's a part of me that is irritated by the fact that it seemed like what I did was never really worth anything.