Zeyn sat alone on the grass, a brick wall behind her. It was all colored and drewn on, though these were her dearest memories. It was her birthday. And that was the place she used to spend the best days with her friends.

And then Destiny, Michael and Demi died.

You sat next to her, wrapping her shoulders with your hand. She leaned on you, burrying her face in your chest. You rubbed her back for awhile, before saying. "Happy Birthday, baby." And you held out a small red present with a red ribbon.