AN: Taken down as of last month due to a series of reports against my story, which has been posted since January. So, I decided to re upload it with a different summary not mentioning 'songfic' as to not appear in the search box for said term.

This story is important for me, it marked my first ever story written out of my own free will. I am not a talented writer in that I can write thousands of words in a hour, I am slow, I doubt myself, I am not what one would consider creative. But it is a milestone, it is the first step that I took in a self composed therapy that I set up. I have been hurt before, I had long term PTSD, I was socially awkward and unapproachable, and I knew that I had to fix it so I read when I was depressed. I formed ideas and values to follow, and one day I decided that I would write about them.

I write not for a cheap way to gain favorites or reviews, I write for what I think. 'Drunk' is a look at the effects of alcohol in terms of loss, when one sees a drunk I see a story and it's aftermath, or maybe it's just the beginning of a new chapter. 'Cana Was a Friend of Mine' was a story that took me out of the blue one day, and written in an hour. It wasn't a focus on a heroic death or a battle, it wasn't the dam that burst forth and brought change or revolution. It was just an ending, one that had an emotional effect, but an ending nonetheless. What I loved about that story was that it was never truly straightforward, we never found out what Cana was going to say, what truly happened beforehand or even what happened afterwards, it was just an ending.

I want to share one viewpoint with the reader, as I know I will never truly be remembered, but an idea carries on, even if subconsciously; the saddest part of being able to think is that there is one moment of clarity and beauty in your life that you experience, but you cannot truly share it. But try your hardest to share it, as if one person is able to see what you have seen, then everything has been worth it.