Right now, this is a oneshot, but if enough people like it, I'll definitely continue. I'd love some feedback from you guys.

The night became a cloak over my body as I walked through the dark alleyway. I took a few long drags of my cigarette, feeling the tobacco coating my lungs as if it were burning a hole in my chest. The city seemed more tranquil than usual, or maybe it was just because I was at peace with myself. Even with all of the shit going on in my life, like my dad's suicide and my mom kicking me out, I still managed to see a little glimmer of hope.

It was a dream, not a nightmare that I was living-a beautiful dream I could never imagine in a thousand nods. There was a girl next to me, who wasn't beautiful until she smiled... and I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following, soaking through my body, and out my finger tips in shafts of color, and I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

At nights I was visited by the image of a gleaming mahogany luster, so beautiful and pure. To me, it was something to look forward to, a little a peek at the happiness that I so desperately longed for. And something told me that it wasn't too far away.

Love is something that I so desperately yearned for, and considering all of the shit I'd been through, I knew that when it came, I would cherish it and put my heart and soul in. That girl, whoever she was, I was going to make her happy. I would make her my entire world, and love her, and give her everything that I had to offer.

The cold air numbed my entire body, piercing my cheeks, freezing my toes, sucking the hope out of me bit by bit. But I told myself that I'd find a way out of this mess. I was a survivor.

The night grew darker and colder, and I began to drift off, unaware of my surroundings. I kept screaming to myself to not fall asleep, but there was a faint voice in the back of my mind, taking over my ability to think straight.

Just five minutes of sleep... It can't hurt.

There was a soft hand on my cheek when I gained consciousness once again.

My eyes shot open.

Before me was the most precious face that I had ever laid eyes on. These big frosty eyes were fixated on me as if I were a lost puppy. Surrounding the face was a mahogany color, and as I my eyes were able to focus more, I began to realize that it was her beautiful hair.

I mumbled gibberish under my breath. She just smiled, sending out what seemed to be rays of light and happiness and joy. And for those few moments, I couldn't tell if it was dream or reality, because this girl seemed too good to be true. She was an angel sent to rescue me from the hell that I was living, I just knew it.

"What's your name?" I asked her groggily.

She smiled once again, and my entire body tingled.

"Rose," she mumbled softly.

"Rose," I sighed dreamily, still convinced that I was in a dream. "Are you an angel, Rose?"

She just smiled and shook her head, pushing my hair back. Rose glanced around, trying to see if anybody was there, and when there wasn't, she planted a long, soft kiss on my cheek.

Love was now with me, and she was beautiful.