Matthew was Light.

He was the sun's rays as they peeked over the horizon, the bright shine of a full moon in the night sky. He was the dim, flickering glow of a candle, the yellow blaze of a fire on a cold day. He was the twinkling multicolored bulbs on a tree at Christmastime, and the harsh glare of neon signs in a busy city.

He was the destination at the end of a tunnel, the reason for waking up in the morning, the guiding force through life. He gave people hope, made them see beauty, made things pure.

He was the exact opposite of Dark, but that is a story for another time.