That smile, I hated it. Every night I've seen it in my dreams. Every time it smiled at someone he died, I hated knowing that one day it will smile once again, at me. I knew it will happen, but I didn't expect it to happen this way. When it finally smiled, I woke up, to see it real life. Last thing I've seen before I died, was it's smile, happy to be free.
Darkness, the darkest of all, and a small flash of light, in the middle of the light was standing a woman, and I smiled.
