For about the past two days it had felt as if all hope was gone. Life felt empty, hopeless, doomed to failure and a self-inflicted death, either now or later on in life. ...But... this afternoon, sitting there with everything draining out of me, I felt a small presence. I could barely feel it there, but I felt it holding my heart and the more I thought about, the more I dwelt on it, the more comforting it became. It felt like someone was there holding me.
While, to some this may not seem to be a big deal, but to me, it hold quite a bit of value and symbolism. See, the main character of the manga I one day hope to make, feels the same thing, someone there holding him, when he is saved. To have actually experienced the same thing, to me, is incredible and worth sharing.
May God always be there to hold you when you cry,
-Vash