I was a sad pitter-patter in your windowpane, soft rain falling, ideal for melancholic moments where you could be yourself. But you rather have the storm, the hurricane, cruising benevolently towards you, because it’s better to see destruction and chaos outside than face the hysteria inside. You satisfy yourself in revenge, in breaking people, see them lose hope, and that’s why you hated me, my mere presence, though light, still it was enough to make you realize that the monster could be exhausted. You gave me anger, made me fear but I smiled silently for I know, my pure soul would never be frozen by your raging cold. It angered you more, because I was steady, I was consistent and you can feel yourself slowly destabilizing from your own mistakes. You can feel your strength slowly leave you, exhorted from all the storms, finally having a breakthrough.
The headmaster was indeed right all along, happiness can always be found even in the darkest of times, if only one knows how to turn on the light. But the sad part is, between the two of us, you have always been the ignorant one.