Dark. Hollow. Empty. The agonizing drain that pulled me closer and closer with every mistake. As I felt myself entering a new realm of the darkness, you came in. You gestured me towards a calm bright glow that I was not used to. Pulling at my fingertips, you eventually reached my hands. With my hands you pulled me out. I hadn’t realized until then that there were dark hands at my feet tugging at me with such strength that I did not recognize. You brought me close enough to kiss my cheek, and with that the shadow fell from beneath me. I glowed beyond a light I had known of before, as my hands were never without yours. I looked down at my ankles to see the shine in place of the shadow that tatted me. At that moment I realized that your ankles had a familiar color to them. The color that sparked from me as you pulled me from the black entity. My brain began to blossom with the possibility that you have had battles too.