Before we start.

It was such a traditional story. One of anger, grief, and rare solidarity. You've done nothing wrong of course. Blaming yourself for every wrong act that happened to you, rather than those who actually caused it. You wanted it to be over. For the pain to disappear. It was a wish of course, but one sad night turned into almost a sad decision. It was then-at that moment-when he saved your life. He lit up your world more than you could have hoped for. It was then that you realized that you had much more in common than you had seen. You discovered that you both were Beacons of light to each other. Beacons of Hope.