(Ash's POV)

There was always something about her. Something that I loved but could never quite describe. I could use hundreds of examples of when I'd notice this something, it was always there, but I could never find the right words for it.

I guess.. The best way to describe it would be to tell the story of what had happened one day. Of how she made me feel.

I was walking down the road, towards the local park, because I didn't know where else to go. My mom had locked me out again in a rage that had been fueled by hatred for me.

But I could never blame her for it. After all, she did help me stay fit by kicking me out and making me walk. Otherwise I'd be a couch potato, doing nothing but eating potato chips while sitting and watching television. And I deserved it all, I knew I did.. And I guess it gave me chances to see Summer too. Summer always seemed to know when something was wrong somehow.

At the time, we were best friends, but I'd seen that something that made her wonderful.

I guess.. She was always there for me. Always, and that was a part of it.

I never quite felt like I repaid her for her kindness towards me, and yet she'd just shrug it off and tell me something nice and good instead of what my mother and my own thoughts out into my head. Then she'd stay with me until my mother would have passed out, that's when we'd both go to our homes after giving each other a small hug.

In this instance, though, she didn't show up. And I didn't want to go to her door and risk meeting her dad face to face. I knew he was abusive, but.. Frankly, I couldn't do anything about it. Se knew about my mom as well. Neither of us could take action, but we'd definitely see each other through it all, even if it meant ignoring our own lives for the other person.

So, I went to the park and sat on the swing alone. I sat there for a while, it felt like an hour, before I finally let it out and started crying into my hands.

After a moment, as though she'd sensed my crying, she suddenly showed up. I didn't notice her until she hugged me, but when I did it was the best thing in the world. I stopped crying and woods my face, giving her a smile.

She'd requested a while ago that I smile at her when I feel down, and when I don't feel down, too. She said it was just because she loved my smile

Now, she sat in the swing by the one I was at. Then, we talked for a while until suddenly I was crying again.

But.. For the first time that I could remember, it wasn't from sadness of any kind. This time, the tears were from happiness. Because of her, I was happy, despite everything going wrong.