Clay kissed Hannah gently, as if afraid she would break.
This was one of the many moments that Hannah felt like she belonged.
It proved that she wasn't alone in life.
Clay took her face in his hands and kissed her a bit more before he pulled back.
"I'm sorry." he said, biting his lip.
Hannah smiled up at him and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you." she whispered.
In another moment, Clay was chatting with her at a party.
They were really talking, something Hannah had wanted since she was hired at the theater.
"What do you want to do in life?" he asked.
She thought about it for a moment, then she replied, "I want to be happy."
As she looked away, Clay tipped her chin up.
She looked into his eyes.
"You can be happy, Hannah. I'll make sure of it."
In response, she kissed him.
He had no idea what those words meant to her.
Clay laid next to her in his bed, sleeping with an arm around her waist.
She'd been crying, so she went to him for comfort.
He always understood her when she couldn't even understand herself.
Suddenly she heard him say, "I love you, Hannah."
He wrapped his arms around her tighter and pulled her onto his chest.
She blushed and looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even.
He was still asleep.
She smiled, kissed his forehead and drifted into her dreams.
All she could do was dream of Clay.
In those moments, Hannah felt truly loved.
They were the moments she lived for.
They were the reasons that she didn't commit suicide.
She owed Clay everything.
He was her shining star in the dark night.
He may not know it, but he saved her life.