A dream in a mosh-pit.

"You know, I'm a dreamer", she whispered in a low voice. "Perhaps, if I would have met you some other day, in another city, far away in a foreign country, being someone else, I could have kissed you without giving you less of me than you deserve. Perhaps if the circumstances were right I would never leave you, ever...". "Then don't, he interrupted her with the sweetest childishness in his innocent voice. "Don't. I will..." but his voice faded away slowly, leaving only sadness in his eyes. Her smile failed to comfort him, failed to display her love for him, failed to make an everlasting impression. "I am sorry", she said in a resigned voice, "but I was never a part of your world".