"If she counted how many times she looked looked in the mirror, tears streaming down her red hot face, crying more at the sight then at what she had first begun crying over, she would be counting for a long, long time. Tears became the normal for every night she stayed up past 6:00, for every weekend, for every holiday. Nothing seemed normal to Solien anymore, but her tears. Ever since the collapse of her memory, Solien hadn't wanted to cope with even life. She walked through the halls at school with people shouting her name and waving, but her fake smile could be identified as fake from the furthest hall length in the building. She struggled devotedly with who she was, she played tug of war with wrong, but evil always found a way to pull her back into the depths of her tears and pools of it which she often choked hysterically on. Her life was a huge cliff hanger, followed by a path with no resolution. Her problems came and faded, then more came along. Solien devoted her life to being hopeful, always looking forward to the sun rising the next day. I know she loved me, she hid the words into messages and no matter what, always put me above herself. It was selfish of me to act how I did. I didn't tell her that I loved her as much as I should have, but she knew I did. When I see her again, the first thing I'll do is say those three words. I love you." Spoke Thomas over the sobbing audience, disgusted with himself for never laughing enough with Solien, the now lifeless corpse that sank into the ground, shielded by a coffin, not three feet from his own. He recalled years prior, when he held her when she cried, and not a year prior, when he stopped.