That evening at (Y/N)'s house, (Y/N) was baking a pie.
Hillary breathed in the pies sweet smell. "Mmmmmmm" she hummed.
(Y/N) smiled, standing in (her/his) Daisy pink apron.
Over the pie, Hillary admitted her addiction to drugs coming back. "Hillary! Why must you?!" (Y/N) yelled at Hillary.
Hillary's big man hands pounded the table. "ITS HARD BEIn' AN DRUG ADDICTED LOST DEMOCRAT, YOU TRASH!" She ran out to the balcony.
(Y/N) was crying. "Hillary..." (Y/N) said walking out to the balcony.
But all (Y/N) found was her ugly wrinkly corpse on the concrete.