The wind slowly caressed her pale skin and made her ebony locks dance. She sat on a bench in the courtyard of her college. She had just been assigned to write about the most meaningful experience of her life. A light giggle spilled from her light pink lips as she pulled out a notebook and a pen.

"The most meaningful moment of my life?" she whispers to herself. "That's easy."

Picking up the pen she began to write of her high school days. They were filled with depression, pain, sorrow, death, but in the darkness of those time she knew there was one thing that was her light. Her first love.

This is her story.