I'd been best friends with Chanyeol ever since I could remember.  Wherever he went, whatever he did, I would be there along with him.  He was my happiness, my light, in the midst of all the darkness in my world.  I didn't know that once I turned fourteen all of that would change.  I lasted three years without Park Chanyeol, the way a person could live blind.  I was functional, but not complete.  I didn't think I would ever be complete again until my seventeenth birthday.  That was the day he entered my life once again.  I felt complete again on the day he decided to stay with me; the day the fireworks burned as bright as the stars.