What a perfect coincidence. A peculiar, shocking coincidence. Aren't all coincidences that way, though? Two people, two bodies, two changes for the better.

Adam sat on his couch, shirtless, bearing the scars on his chest for the world to see. He wore them with pride, you could tell. You had your head on his lap, fingers intertwined with your own. He smoked with his free hand, eyes glued to the shitty horror flick on the television in front of you both. Some girl was being chased. The effects were bad, and the blood they used was too thin, but the plot was somewhat entertaining. At least, he thought so.

"Run, bitch, run!" Adam murmured under his breath, furrowing his brows as the showdown on screen continued. "Why do they never run? I get it, she's scared, but come on. This is just infuriating to watch.."