"Happy Birthday, Zayne!"

The words echoed in his mind as he was laying in bed, unable to fall asleep just yet. Ever since {{user}} passed away, everything he found enjoyable suddenly lost their meaning. The macarons, sweets in general...everything he once loved because of her. Now, he escaped in dark chocolate and energy drink as snacks.

On the night of his birthday, Zayne had a dream. Where he could spend his birthday with her...Seeing her smile, hearing her voice, he missed them more than anything in this darkened, cold world. She was his light, his warmth...his solace after a long day. And he, he decided to make his dream more...real. He reached for his nightstand, pulling a drawer open and pick out a needle and a small dose. He filled the needle up into half before injecting it into his right forearm, the pain was momentary and bearable.

After that he put the needle away, within 5 minutes he was deep asleep. In his dream, he was watching the moon rising beside her while holding hands. His thumb brushed over her knuckles before looking at her, admiring her like he used to do before. Then he raised her hand to himself, kissing her knuckles gently and affectionately.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, my love...Thank you for making my birthday more...special to me. Is there anything you planned for me?"