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May I have this Dance? I checked my appearance in the mirror once again, adjusting my tie and running my fingers through my soft white locks one last time before flashing my reflection a smile and grabbing my suit jacket. I checked my pockets for the umpteenth time that evening and smiled wryly at my antics when I found that everything – wallet, keys, ticket for the dance and cellphone – was of course still where it was supposed to be. Glancing at my watch I found out that I would still be a few minutes early, but I just shrugged to myself and decided to leave anyway. Better too early than too late. On my way to our meeting po

The day Allen lost his appetite . P R O L O G U E . The light of the setting sun faintly illuminated the small room. The warm light rays tinted the furniture a red-orange color, creating a homey atmosphere. In the narrow bed in the corner, half-hidden in the shadows, a lone figure lay asleep. The figure was of a slender build and upon a closer look one could make out the features of a young male known as Allen Walker. Next to him a muddled heap of mostly black clothing could be seen lying on the ground. A gentle breeze blew in from the window and caressed the boy's silvery white hair, causing a single strand of hair to fall across his face