I sighed, looking down at my photo album, of me and my friends from my last school. All their smiles, the way the laughed, their hair, everything, all that was gone. They weren't here anymore, they were gone, and I was here. I didn't want to really be here anymore without them. We had always said that it was us to the end, and that we would be fine if we had each other. I felt tears prick my eyes, and I quickly closed the photo album, letting a few tears slide. It wasn't fair. Why was I the only one left? Why was it just me left alone, with no one to really understand what I had been through. I had friends, and I wasn't lonely, but I didn't really have anyone to talk to, anyone to understand and hold me as I cried, knowing that I don't want sympathy, I just want someone to hold me and someone to listen to my cries and tell me it would be ok. I sighed, and wiped away my tears, and lay back on my bed, looking at the clock.

It was half 11 at night, and I had no intention of sleeping. I couldn't sleep, I was sick of the nightmares. I sighed, and looked up at my ceiling. I heard a sudden tap on my window. I looked up and saw no one. I sighed, and lay back down. There as another tap. I looked up, and still nothing. Tap....Tap....Tap. I got up and walked over to the window, looking down to the street. I looked and smiled as I saw Andy smiling up at me. I opened the window and smiled. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd come see you. See if you were sleeping ok."
"How did you find where I lived?"
"I asked Sammi. Are you ok?"
"I suppose. Hold on." I said, closing the window. It was a warm night, so I quietly went downstairs, and opened the door, stepping out into the warm night air.

"You should be at home asleep."
"So should you." He said, and I smiled and we sat down on the floor. "So how have you been sleeping?"
"Ok I suppose. Not been getting as much sleep as I should but any sleep is better than none."
"Yeah, well, any more dreams?"
"I have them all the time Andy, I don't think there ever going to go away." I said, and he sighed, scooting closer. "Hey, they will, my mom knows all about this stuff, she councils people who have been through trauma, and she said that sometimes people can have dreams about it, and it's just making yourself cope with it. It'll fade soon." He said, and I sighed, letting a single tear slide.

"Why does it have to be me?" I asked, and he sighed, pulling me closer to him as I cried. "I'm not going to tell you that you'll be fine, because I haven't been through what you have, but what I am going to tell you is that I know your strong enough to get over this and smile, because trust me it's more difficult to smile through the tears, than make yourself happy and make yourself smile." He said, and I sniffled slightly. He gently lifted my head and wiped away my tears with his thumb. "Please don't cry Sparky." He said, and I giggled slightly. "I'll try." I said, and he smiled. I felt him gently press his lips to the top of my head and I felt a little piece of me melt. I thought I was starting to like him more than I should. He was always there for me, and understood me. I smiled, and I felt him squeeze me slightly. I smiled up at him, and he smiled back. Our eyes locked, and our faces inched closer. "Andy...." I whispered, and he came a little bit closer. We were inches away and I could feel the breath on my face. "Sunset....."

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