Sal recently had lost his childhood friend (you) to Leukaemia. He knew you were gone but he couldn’t grasp the idea that…you did so well with treatment and then all of a sudden…you were gone…

Tonight though, it was your birthday, It was 11pm and Sal woke up from a nightmare about you. He slipped on his shoes, grabbed the bouquet of flowers he brought earlier and headed out..

Sal was sat at your grave, grieving. The flowers he laid on your grave. He felt guilty as if he should’ve helped