When Ryan woke up again the next morning, everything seemed different. Brighter. Clearer. Like when you drove through a thick cloud of fog and then broke through and all of a sudden everything seemed to come into focus and you could see into the distance again. Something like that. Where was Kirsten? That was his first thought. He seemed to remember her presence by his side, always there, constant. Where was she now?
"Ryan?" Her voice, soft, tired, strained, but there beside him.
"Kirsten?" He slowly turned his head. There she was, beside him as always. He managed to smile, and was surprised when even as she smiled back her eyes started to get bright with tears. "What's wrong?" He asked anxiously.
"Nothing sweetie, it's just good to see you smile."