When I was twenty one I entered college. I was in the criminal intelligence building. And already was at the top of my class. There was a man, his name was Zack. He was twenty three. His complexion was white, he was tall and lean and muscular. He had golden flowing hair that reached his shoulders and beautiful golden eyes. He was the best, but as I worked up, he and I were neck in neck. We became close and when we did group work, he was always my partner. One day, he made me laugh for the first time in many years. Soon after graduating, we were still friends, and we still hung out a lot. He was my everything; he turned my darkness around and gave me light. He told me that he cared about me and I almost cried out of joy. If I were to die, Zack would miss me. He gave me all I ever wanted, someone who cared about and loved me. When I turned twenty three, he asked me to marry him, and I accepted. I used all the money I had from Inferno and threw a big wedding ceremony and built a beautiful home. I was happy. Nothing could have taken this away from me. I smiled often and laughed with him even more. I love him.