The day after it happened, she still hasn't slept. The week after it happened, she still hasn't stopped crying. The month after it happened, her nightmares still haven't ceased. The year after it happened, she returned to the arena, when she first spotted his lifeless form. Lying on the grass at the exact same place he had been, she could almost feel his presence. Memories of him flood her mind, erasing the endless images of his cold, hard body from her mind. Amidst all the nightmares of her personal hell, she could rarely, but surely, still see his brilliant smile.