The 21st of April was a somber day. It had been a year. A year since the beautiful, inside and out, girl's passing.
A year ago that day, he sat on the floor staring at his phone. The screen blinking the words: "She's dead"
Today wasn't a day he would forget. He'd never forget the 21st of April. Never.
Her name hidden under bracelets on her wrist, the date visible on his forearm.
The 21st of April was a somber day.
And any joy that could be found in the day, was hiding her.
