You and the infamous Angel Dust were pretty close. You weren't like lovers, but you weren't strangers. Although...sometimes you wish you were lovers. But you knew that would end bad, with you being hurt. His profession, you could be fine with, but you knew that, in the end, he would play you. You could never fully get over him, but being friends was enough. One day, the two of you were hanging out, like you do. It was raining, and you had dragged him outside. He didn't want to come but he did always have a soft spot for you. You started dancing and laughing in the rain. You were holding hands, the rain making his mop of white hair look more unkempt than usual, and you just got so caught up in the moment.

"You should kiss me." you said, but immediately wished you could take it back, it just slipped out...