Forevermore

I don't know what- well, I do. But never mind. I wrote this. It's up to you to interpret it's meaning, but I hope you like it. It's just something random and sudden, so that explains why the grammar is bad. If you can, ignore how it's written and just try to flow with the words. Just a tip. 

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A figure, lost in darkness, curled into an upright ball. Suddenly, a glow softly shines, illuminating the figure's fearful, tear filled eyes as they look up at the glow. It comes from an outstretched hand, palm up, as if offering to help. The figure wrapped in darkness looks from the smiling, kind face of the stranger to the offered hand, hesitant to take it. They close their eyes shut and quickly take hold of the hand before they changed their mind. While their eyes are shut, a powerful wind blows in their face. Fearfully, they grab the hand tighter, afraid that this kind stranger might let go. Suddenly, the wind stops and even through closed eyes, brightness shines through...

Slowly, you open your eyes. There are scars and bruises on your arms; you wear torn clothes. The stranger knew this, yet held onto your hand anyway. You look to them, and they smile kindly at you, extending their free hand out as if to say, 'Look around.' So you do, and what you see brings more tears to your eyes. There is a clearing, but it's full of people. People with cuts, bruises, and scars; just like you. But they smile. They're happy. You look longingly to them, wanting nothing more than to be there, smiling with them. You are afraid, but the stranger just stands next to you, waiting and watching. You realize that this is your choice alone, but you know what you have to do and gather what little courage you have left. Very slowly and hesitant, you take that first step. Then another. And another. Slowly, but surely, you walk towards those smiling, scarred faces. One sees you; their smile grows wider and they run to you, greeting you with a happiness you haven't known in ages. Still nervous and worried, you hold back that small ball of light forming inside you. You couldn't afford to hope only to have it crushed by darkness again. This new person takes your hands and leads you farther into the crowd, happily showing you to everyone else. They all greet you the same. Warm, happy smiles. Sometimes a hug or a wave. Finally, you let yourself smile. It's not big, or perfect, but that tiny smile is the start of more that is sure to come. You begin to feel that, finally, you've found your home, with people who make you feel happy and safe. Best of all? The darkness completely vanished from your eyes, mind, and soul. To be replaced with happiness. Forevermore.