You know, guys, that Dawn of ours is a little miracle. Her winning smile, her button nose, her fat little stomach. Her face alight with wholesome mischief. She reminds me of me, before the weight of the world crushed my spirit.
That is wrong. A big fat spanking wrong. It's a slap in the face to every one of us who studied hard and worked long hours to earn our Ds.
Dahyun, I know you take pride in being the voice of the common wuss, but the truth is, certain people are entitled to special privileges. They're called winners. That's the way the world works.
And what about that nutty "all men are created equal" thing?
Propaganda spouted out by the ugly and less deserving.
Summary : Imagine Angel coming to dance with you at prom, keeping a promise he had made before you had broken up.
You regretted breaking up with Angel, hell you missed him more than anyone could imagine. But being a slayer you wanted some normalcy in your life. So you broke up with Angel and even drifted away from your friends. And although you would bump into Buffy during hunts, you went your own way and fought on your own. Of course, Buffy being Buffy wouldn’t leave you alone so you ended up saving her from two vampires and somehow she managed to convince you to go to prom, that you shouldn’t need to life a second life to have a normal one.
“I’m beyond tired. I’m beyond scared. I’m standing on the mouth of hell and it is gonna swallow me whole. And it’ll choke on me. We’re not ready? They’re not ready. They think we’re gonna wait for the end to come, like we always do. I’m done waiting. They want an apocalypse? Well, we’ll give them one.”