Jeff Hardy would never get up from his bed. The life of a wrestler had grown too tiring and unpleasant, and now all he wanted do was to be left alone just for one minute. He knew he wouldn't get the chance. His job was seemingly more important than any social downtime.
But he needed rest and he wouldn't be dragged out of bed if it was the last thing he would do.
The tears dripped down his face as he lay there, so quiet and heartbroken. He never stirred, just cried. There were no hysterics when he cried; he would just lay there silently and let the tears fall. It was the normal thing to do, according to himself. And needless to say, others were worried. His older brother Matt and friend Amy Dumas would come in and check on him, only to be greeted by silence. It was frightening that Jeff would never respond. Only tears were there.
The poor guy had completely shut himself off from the rest of the world.
Motionless and mute, no one could quite figure out what was wrong. The doctors just diagnosed him as depressed. Depressed over what? His father couldn't even find the answer.
Then one night as Jeff was sleeping, he felt a hand brush against his cheek and wiping the tears away from his eyes. Then, he heard the sweet silvery voice singing to him:

"Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by
If you smile through all your fear and sorrow
Smile, and maybe tomorrow
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just....smile."

The soft hand moved underneath his chin and lifted his face, causing him to break out a small, curious grin---almost childlike. He felt he knew who this was. The hand was soon replaced by lips across his face....and when the lips pulled back, the bright light was shining in his face.
And soon, he found his eyelids growing heavier and heavier......