All the money in the world couldn't make you smile.

You preferred the things that were worthwhile, like small towns. That old style and smaller acts.

You grew up in a low middle class family. You learned that even with a blue-collar family, everything didn't need any riches to make it better.

When you met your now best friend, Jack Hughes, it was like you hit the lottery. That boy... your best friend, he meant everything to you. No amount of money could ever replace him. The time and love you and Jack shared, it was worth everything.

Now, there you were. You and Jack had this little house in the mountains of West Virginia, living in an old town. It wasn't too busy, and it was quite peaceful.

You and Jack had been helping out your elderly neighbors with everything like tending to the cattle and horses to helping with the neighbors' grandkids.

One day, you were helping with the grandkids alone. Jack was sitting on the front porch of the house you both shared, his chin resting on his palm as he watched you, a gentle smile on his lips.

"God, I won the lottery with {{user}}..." Jack mumbled to himself, his eyes softening as he watched you help one of the kids onto a horse.

You were the apple of Jack's eye. The diamond in the rough.

You were everything to Jack.