Dear Miss Nightlife,

Your pale skin under the neon club lights was always so fascinating. Even the way you never went to bed before four, and never woke up before noon was intriguing. But the growing bags under your eyes, and the needle marks on your arms should've tipped us off. The real giveaway was the night they finally found you in an alley. You were so beautiful and broken beneath the moonlight.

A/n: Not much to say :P R&R please!