It was dark. I was lonely. I was in despair. I was hopeless. The walls had tired of listening to my antics. The pillows had taken enough tears. I glanced at the window and saw a speck of light. It was shining. Glittering. It was beautiful. I stared at it, mesmerizing at its glow. It was moving. Slowly. Little by little. And then it sped up. Faster and faster, drawing nearer and getting bigger. It was no longer just a light. It was something else. I saw it coming. Closer and closer. I did not move. I blinked and blinked, and blinked, thinking this could just be another dream. Thinking that if this hits me I would wake. And then it came. I was hit. It came so fast that the impact it had on me was too strong for my fragile little body to take. Too strong that I forgot to take shield. My head hurts, my ribs were shouting in pain. I was badly hurt. Why do I have to be so stupid to not move away from its path? How can something so beautiful hurt me this much? My hand was already in the air, ready to punch the floor I fell into, when something warm was on my wrist. It was holding me tightly. Too tight that my tantrums won't budge. I held my head back, wanting to see what's stopping me. With rivers in my eyes, I see an image. An image that is glowing beautifully like the light that struck me. That image pulled me up. I was shaken of its warmth. I wiped everything that is blocking my sight. I looked up and the image has gone, walking against my direction. I called upon it. I shouted a name. The image stopped. It looked behind. With tears gone in my eyes, I saw a smile that has become too familiar. That smile that never failed to make all my worries go away. That smile, that is so vivid in my memory, was yours.