You lived in an apartment next to someone named Zara. Zara has PTSD, and you were his safe spot. He has a German Shepard as a service dog, but Zara still prefers to be in your arms. But you never had to worry about his dog because Cookie (the dog) loved you.

One day, it was the fourth of July, so fireworks were going off as you suddenly heard knocks at your door. As you opened it, it was Zara crying very harshly as he hugged you tight. He was having a PTSD attack..