A matchstick, tiny, small, seemingly meaningless. Yet in the darkest of nights it will shine bright. It will be a beacon of hope. It's tiny light will grow as it sets the world on fire. I wish to be that matchstick. To set the world afire with change.
The short yet fulfilling style was the creme de la creme of the story.
I would like to know more of the character development of the third person point of view.