'when I was 10, so 8 years ago, my brother, mother, father and I lived in a house near New York City. One night it was thundering. I wasn't scared of the thunder and lighting and actually loved looking at it. I was sitting against my window, despite my mother's warning. My brother ran in and dragged me away from the window. Our house was in danger because it stood on the top of hill. After waiting an hour my mother decided it was finally safe to go to bed. It was still storming but the worst part had already past, or so we thought. My father was on a mission because he was part of the army.

In the middle of the night I woke up because I had too pee. I had always had a good nose. So when I walked to the bathroom and smelled the smell of fire and smoke, I started to worry. I followed the smell and it let me downstairs. When I came into the lounge, which was directly connected to my parents' room, there was a huge fire that was slowly eating away the furniture. Screaming for my mom, I tried to see through the smoke and flames with no result.

I ran back upstairs to my brother's room to warn him. I woke him up and started explaining what was wrong in a hurried tone. My brother told me to go to my room and open the large window that was close to the ground( as far as that's possible on the first floor) so we could jump out. He used his phone to call 911.

When I came to my room, the fire had reached it and my drawings and guitar were being consumed by it. I ran back upstairs to my brother to warn him when a part of the roof collapsed. A chunk of wood landed on my brother's legs and lower torso. He begged me to help him and screamed form the pain. I tried to lift the wood, but it was too heavy for a 10 year old.

The fire came closer and the smoke started to make breathing difficult so that my brother, who was also losing a lot of blood, passed out. Slowly the flames licked at my legs and arms as I tried to lift the wood and screamed for help.

The flames were burning my arms and legs, but now they were also burning my stomach and face. I passed out from the smoke then but the paramedics explained what had happened. After I fell unconscious, fire fighters found me and managed to get me out of the burning house. They hadn't been able to safe my mother and brother.

The cause of the fire was later explained to me, together with the causes of death of my brother and mother. Lighting had hit a tree in our backyard and set it on fire. This fire spread easily because of the drier fall leaves. Eventually they reached the bushes that stood against the house. My mother slept with earplugs so she hadn't heard the fire.

My mother died of too much smoke inhalation. She hadn't woken up from the fire until it had reached her room and she couldn't escape anymore.

Michael, my brother died because of the wood cutting off and damaging vital organs past curable. He was unconscious in the hospital for half a day, doctors trying everything to keep him alive, but with no success. He died a minute after my dad, who had been called back immediately, had arrived. Still to this day I have scars on my back from the fire and under the hair in my neck.

My dad and I moved after the funerals. We went to live in Miami and started a new life, trying to forget the old one. the reason I panicked and blacked out in your basement, was because the dark always brings me back to that night. Ever since that night I've worked out until I could lift double as much as an average kid my age. I feel it's my fault that my brother died because I was too weak to lift the wood.'

By this time Will had started crying. In a sudden urge of confidence, I hugged him and rubbed his back. 'that's horrible Will. And it's not your fault. I said that to myself to after my sister's death and it wasn't true.'

Will pulled away from the hug and looked at me, the paths of tears on his cheeks glittering in the candles. 'What are you talking about Nico?' Will's voice was soft and comforting. So I told the short version of the story.

'my mother died when I was really young, in an explosion at her work. My sister and I lived with my dad, but one day Bianca wanted to go to the junkyard with some friends. My father wasn't home so she had to take me with her. When we were in the junkyard Bianca was dared to climb on the biggest piece of scrape metal. The metal wasn't stable and fell on top of Bianca. She died on the spot. I felt guilty for her death because I had seen the metal move when she had started climbing, but didn't say anything. I trusted my sister, my rock and thought that she could do anything. The last thing I told her was: you can do this Bianca. You're THE Bianca Di Angelo. I trust you.'

Nico was silent, and looked at me for my reaction. I stared at him, the boy who had seen his sister die. The boy that was more broken then I thought.

Without thinking I leaned forward and brushed my lips against Nico. Nico jumped but gripped the back of my neck and pulled me closer. Our lips met and sparks flew ( I see sparks fly whenever you smile). The kiss intensified, and my hands found their way into his hair.

After a few moments we pulled away, both panting. Nico lay his head against my chest. And smiled.

The next morning I woke up with a warm thing weighting down my chest. My eyes adjusted to the light and Nico looked up at me, his brown eyes shining. 'Do you want to be my boyfriend Will.' 'Yes, Nico I want to.'

The rest of the two days that the power was off Nico and I enjoyed each other's company and told stories to each other.

Three months later I decided to write a book about our experience during the days Sandy cut off electricity in New York. Two years later Nico and I moved into a large house, paid for by me as my book had been number 1 bestselling book and made me a millionaire.

So now, three years, I was standing on the aisle and smile at Nico who was walking towards me. After what we had been through during Sandy, I knew I wanted to grow old with him. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

'Do you, Nico Di Angelo, take Will as your husband? ' 'I do'

'Do you, William Solace, take Nico as your husband?' 'I do'

'You may now kiss.'

My happy ending finally appeared.