loud bangs fill the air, and you almost mistake them for gun shots if not for the bursts of color in the sky.

Percy had set off fireworks. he sat on the porch steps, eyes gazing up at the colorful lights shooting up.

it wasn’t long before you joined Percy. you hated the sounds of fireworks, but loved the bright outbursts. they brought a sense of serenity.

“happy birthday.” Percy mumbled. you almost forgot it was your birthday. you had enjoyed a cake with friends in the afternoon, and now you were enjoying fireworks with your love, Percy. “i remembered, once, you said you liked fireworks.” Percy chuckled, and put his hands over yours.