ShanNemuri

There probably wasn't a more cliche image in all of Vegas history; late at night, a tall svelte woman in a curve-hugging dress ran in heels back to the door of her apartment; hair disheveled, makeup smeared, pale cheeks flushed. But there you go; for once I wasn't the grimy hardass courier. It was dark enough that the people who saw me go running up the stairs to the Lucky 38 were people I didn't give a shit about, strangers who gave me startled looks as I streaked across the pavement and then up the glowing, flashy steps.  Victor was outside, and barely got a "Well hidey--" before I threw open the door and crossed the casino main floor. The

i once said, listen up, because here's the way it's going to work: there will be milky ways and mountains and clouds dancing with rain, the sun won't quite look the same, and the moon won't seem so dull. i once said, come closer, because there's something that you need to know: at night we'll breathe against each other, move with each other, and our delirious melodies will wake the waves and shake the stars. i once said, stay here, don't go, never ever leave me: but here i am now, eating my words from a silver platter.