Against every instinct, against all reason, against all hope, fear, desire and despair; against every molecule in his body; against the jinx and against all odds - the boy with the broken smile hopes once more. A glimmer of light breached through the darkness and it showed him that the void is never as pitch black as it may seem, and that patience and serenity serve him better than sorrow and rage. He was left and he left in turn. The betrayed became the betrayer and as soon as he was able, he ran towards the moon, wishing upon every star he passed, until his mind was nothing more but an endless stream of dreams conjured and propelled by the simple notion of making a difference. He understands how, and perhaps even, why. What boggles him, is the who. Who to let go? Who to let in? Who to trust? To love? Who to lean on? And most importantly, who to tell?
