Owen was the only thing in my dark life that had ever gone off script.
He was the only light I had.
The day he shoved that umbrella into my arms, my whole life began moving toward him.
In the pouring rain, his figure still stood tall and straight.
Sunlight broke through the dark clouds and fell across him, and from that moment on, I could never look away.
I had thought we would never cross paths again.
But because of an academic outreach program, Owen and I ended up sitting next to each other.
I was already sunk deep in the mud, yet somehow, I still managed to steal a sliver of light for myself.
We became friends. Maybe even something closer.
A few days before the SATs, the endless studying had worn me out.
Even in that noisy classroom, I somehow managed to doze off for a little
