I tell them not yet. Yet they still pull me. I don’t know why they want me so bad. They stand there with their big white teeth, smiling with a wide grin as if blood spilled from the small spaces. They hold out frail hands made of Star dust pulling me closer. Her and I both fight it. She is slowly giving in, but I keep fighting. I’m loosening it though. They are so... sweet... nice.. convincing... unique... No one can hurt me there. I could be safe, but at the cost of what? Hurting people? I do it anyways. They won’t mourn long. They will stand wide smiles waiting for me to leave, as the stars stand with more wide smiles to greet me. They’ve been waiting. For me.. for her.. for us.. But, we aren’t going down without a fight. Just.. Not... Yet...