A young man woke up in his room, lying on his bed. His room was blue, his bed was blue, his clothes were blue, and even his eyes were blue. Blue was his favorite color, usually… But now he did not feel the lively color inside him. Instead, he felt as though a black hole had been burned in his heart, and every day he woke up to the cold, dark reality of depression… it was an endless mess, and there were days when the cuts on his arms did not satisfy him enough.
It was on days like these that he truly wanted to die…

Today was one of those days, and the young man put a hand over his aching heart, wishing it would stop.
After getting up and taking a shower, he got dressed and got on the computer.

Why do I even care? he thought to himself, There is no point…

Depressing music flowed into his ears as he logged onto his prefered writing site, Ficlets. He was just about to write a dark story when he saw he had a new note.
Little did he know that the note had been sent by his future wife…