• The rain fell hard that summer. It hurt to admit it but it was true; he's gone and there's nothing i could have done. Everything felt useless to me; chewing, breathing, heart beat........useless. Dreaming seemed to be the only way to escape the harsh memories of the crying summer. I cut off the radio and cacooned myself in the blankets of my bed.
    Silence. Nothing but the taps of drops against a glass window. The sound seemed almost like a lullabye, a soft, raspy lullabye. Soon asleep, not knowing when it happened only watching a replay of hopes. Something ran in the corner of my vision. Something that I never noticed before. Turning quickly I found a figure, two in fact, both in perfect balanced step.
    One wore a long white coat with the hood up. The other wore a long black coat with the hood up. A quality about the two scared me, yet had an odd feeling of peace. They began walking away toward the darkest part of my mind. I sprinted after them only to trip midrun. I'm not sure why I tried so hard to catch up to them. May be the hope of change, the hope of someone taking my hand, helping me forget. May be that was the reason, but now I'm not sure. As they disappear into the dark my hesitation held me back. The white coat figure was still visable. It turned and a smile could be seen. My hesitation broke.
    I placed my hand into the darkness and it seemed to vanish. I closed my eyes, took a step forward and opened my eyes again. What I saw was hords of blankets and pillows. Sitting up they fell to the floor. A tear appeared on my cheek; I was happy.
    With the appearance of my yin and yang I have never had the past appear before me again. My relapses never bothered me and the memory of guilt that haunted me in my cell is gone. I was released in December, happy to continue my life. My husband forgave me at last.