I met him at a bad time, it was so cold, and it was so dark, and the worse part was I was just as cold and dark as the world around me was. The streets were all painted black and gray, and I was just a speck of white walking on my way, then out from one of my deepest thoughts I looked up and saw a ray of light, something small that shined, walking straight to me, and that was the moment I thought; that maybe life wasn’t quite what I began to think it was. Everything began to confuse me; every thought, every word; it puzzled me to the point that I couldn’t even speak about it.
I’ve learned through a list of bad things, that everything good must fade. Somewhere in some book that was written by some terrible man says that they must, because if they didn’t then we’d never be grateful for anything, but they didn’t understand that we aren’t going to anyway, we’re  selfish by nature, especially me. The ray of light was right in front of me, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even look up; the better parts of me where ashamed of the creature I was slowly becoming. The light reveled himself as Ransom; I didn’t dare look him in the face. Just standing by his side he warmed me, he shifted everything to the point that made me look up, it was such a different experience that sent me to brand new spaces, and for some reason I couldn’t even mutter the word “Thanks”. I was frozen, and he was just smiling and shining, and I didn’t even know how to say “Thanks”.