Again, written soon after I saw the movie. This one's semi-angstish, but it ends happily, I promise.

Written by moi, March 3, 2007


She was his light, his inspiration.

She was the one who helped him to focus, to open his mind to a whole new world, a world he hadn't known existed until she'd arrived and helped him discover it.

And know she was gone, and it was his fault.

At least, that's what he thought. He hadn't been there to help her out or to tell her to stop. And now she was gone, and so was his freedom.

Until now. Now, his inspiration had returned in the form of comments and actions of teachers and peers, kind gestures from unexpected people.

Now, he's sharing their special place with others, like she would have wanted him to do.


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