You’ve been running your fingers through your lover’s jet-black hair. It’s the fourth of July so obviously fireworks have been going on continuously throughout the night — it’s really shaken up Cassandra, its always does.

“Loud.” You heard a small, shaky, barely audible voice come from Cassandra’s trembling lips. It’s nights like this that she reminds you of a dog.

Another firework shoots out, you can see the red and blue sparks from outside your window.