I do not own anything. Again another situation taken from real life. And for all the reviewers that have reviewed any of my other stories, thank you so so so much.

EDIT: I took your advice and switched everything to first person view. Thank you very much Evil Riggs for pointing it out. I didn't even realized I did that, so sorry. Again thank you very much!

Droplets. Thousands and thousands of tiny water droplets landing on every surface available.

It was a miracle.

It was a sight that never failed to bring a true harmonizing smile to my face.

It gave me hope that there is always something worth living for, a little bit of light tucked away in the darkness called tragedy. Depression. Sadness. True heart wrenching sadness.

When I got the call a few days ago I didn't know what to do. Everything just sorta stopped and slowed down to an agonizing pace.

I dropped the phone to the floor and crawled backwards until I could feel the solid space of the wall, unable to crawl away anymore. My hands moved to cover my face and as soon as I could breath the oxygen left my lungs in a powerful cry.

"Noooo...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! WHY!"

The tears were rapidly falling down my cheeks, caressing the hot skin of my fingers that hid my now glossy brown eyes in my palms. Each breath I took was a struggle, choking on the dioxide that competed with the sobs that tried to rip its way out of my throat.

"NO! NO! NO! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!"

My whole body was shaking from the shock of it all. There was a hand on my shoulder and I knew it was Ollette. I knew she was looking questioningly at the phone. It was still connected with the minutes passing by with the caller on the other line hearing my cries of anguish.

A few minutes later I continued to struggle taking in the much needed oxygen with Ollette now looking at me in the face with confused and compassionate eyes. I leaned down and picked up the phone, my hand shaking worse then ever.

"O-okay..." And with that I ended the call.

Ollette peered into my face asking me what happened.

A new wave of hot tears poured from my now swollen eyes as I repeated my worst nightmare now come true.

"My best friend, Seifer... M-My Lover's Dead!"

I immediately felt Ollette's small arms wrap around me, one hand messaging my neck and the other securely around my shoulders and I cried into the crook of her neck, grabbing the soft material of her shirt.

"What do I do? W-what do I do? He's g-g-g-gone."

She squeezed me tighter and I could feel her shaking, hear her cries and listened to her whispers as she told me, "Just cry Hayner. J-just cry."

So we both sat there in the Secret Spot against the wall holding each other and crying.

Now that I had calmed down, I can see that life, no matter how bad, has little bits of joy and light flowing in it. I just had to learn how to look for it, now alone. Regrettably.

The small showers that took twilight town by surprise were slowly moving away to allow the setting sun's rays touch and warm the wet surfaces of the town. The first summer shower.

My hand gently ran against the grave stone belonging to my lover. Leaning down to gently kiss its smooth surface, I was surprised to feel it to be luke warm on my lips.

'Seifer Almasy. Due before his time, will forever be loved and dearly missed by many, especially his one and only Chickenwuss.'

I walked back to our home we once shared from Sunset Hill still wearing the promise ring Seifer had given Me on our first date three years ago. With the sun's rays warming my back, I'm thankful I still had the chance to really live. Now that I can see a little bit of what really makes life magical even in the face of unexpected tragedy.