This was the first time Ann got to visit the city where Chel was raised. It was much different than her little town; the tallest building out in any small country city tended to be the church, but here a dozen logos threatened to puncture the clouds, resting on top of massive skyscrapers. They'd come all the way from their college campus out of state to visit Chel's sickly grandfather. When the taxi finally came to a stop outside of the retirement home, Ann wasn't sure she was ready.

 "I must be doing something wrong," Minerva spoke to the mirror. One of her hands traced the soft curves of her cheek, and the other tightly gripped the side of the mirror. When she first heard the show she stared in as a younger mink was making a return, she eagerly waited beside the phone with baited breath. Any moment now she'd be invited back on set, any moment the phone would start to ring and they would beg her to return. But the phone call never came. At least, not until her age

 Coco had barely finished her third knock before the door in front of her flew open. Standing on the other side was a face she knew well, but hadn't seen in a long time.  "Coco!" Bella cried, hopping out onto the porch in order to wrap her arms around her cousin. "Oh my gosh, it's been too long!" Coco returned the hug with the same enthusiasm, the familiar feeling of Bella's bear hug warming her heart.  "Well that's what you get for moving three hours away for college," Coco laugh

 As she began to stir, the first thing Ann was aware of was the warmth surrounding her. It was always warm beneath the blanket with Beelzebub, the poor demon could almost act as a space heater with how much body heat he gave off. It wasn't uncomfortable; Beel was one of her favorite demon's to cuddle with during the colder seasons for this very reason.  Ann shifted, flexing her legs beneath the comforter. Across the room, Belphie was still deep in his own slumber. Not that she expected

 Nalyia sat back onto her armchair, cellphone shaking slightly in her hands. Nalyia had never loved someone the way she loved Vera. There wasn't a single place that she felt safer than in Vera's arms, and for the past two years Nalyia had learned to trust her, something the sheep girl found very difficult. She could tell Vera anything, and Vera would listen with an eager smile or a comforting hug. No, Nalyia had never loved so deeply before she met Vera.  Still she found it difficult t