As her days grew dark and somber. She struggled, not only with herself but with the cold world surrounding her. She worked her days away, just to feel something. She invited herself places just to feel as if she belonged. Everyday she put on a brave face so no one could sense the fall. As she sat by her angel’s grave begging to be saved; she sent to her so much more. The hero sent to her with the darkest eyes, and biggest heart. He brought to her so much happiness, she no longer wept alone. She found in him everything she was searching for. A love, a story a happy ending: she thinks back to a time where she begged and pleaded to be taken away. A time of missing pieces and despair, a time of loneliness and he fixed her.-A